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Written by Ann Dee Ellis
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Thursday, 22 January 2009 |
Today an email came from my husband's email address. It said:
We need another LJ post,
Your biggest fan.
That was it.
I don't know who sent it. He/she didn't leave a name, an address, a
clue. Nothing. I asked my husband if he knew anything about it and he
was dumbfounded. So . . . whoever you are, biggest fan, I love you. I
really do. Come over sometime.
Speaking of sometime, I sometimes never watch movies anymore. Have seen this? The
only ones I have seen, and this says A LOT, are "The Dark Knight" and
"Ironman." I have only seen snippets of "Wall-E" even though it
supposedly is my son's favorite movie. And a scene or two of "Kung-Fu
Panda." I am distraught. I like to be up on movies.
But here's one movie
I am up on. I got to see it at the Sundance Film Festival on Monday
night with my sister. I actually really liked it. I didn't know who Sam
Rockwell was before the movie and now I want to go and watch all his
stuff. Is it weird I didn't know who he was? Is that like when I
thought that one song went "Girlfriend in a corner, I know, I know,
it's serious" but then my husband (see above) told me it was
"Girlfriend in a coma" and I was like, "no it's not" and he was like
"are you serious? are you SERIOUS?" and I was like, "yeah, the
girlfriend is in a corner and she feels sad so it was serious." And he
says, "you have got to be kidding me" and I wasn't because I really
thought the girlfriend was in a corner. So then we had to call my niece
who could win this show, we called her to see if she could help me plead my case. She couldn't stop laughing. And laughing. And laughing.
So
Is it like that? That I don't know Sam Rockwell?
By the way, I got a book in the mail. My second book with
a bow around it. It was a little weird because i was nursing my baby
when it showed up on the bed next to me. A little elf delivered it. I
didn't want to open it right then but I did anyway, with one hand and I
had to be extremelycareful no baby throw up got on it. TMI? Ugh. I know. What is wrong with me. I did open it. And I love the cover now. I wasn't so sure at first. But now I love it. Especially the back. You'll see what I mean when you see it. If you see it.
I also got my first book in paperback in the mail on Monday. I was secretly watching this show
on the internet when it arrived. Don't tell anyone because I would
never actually watch something like that and I don't know who Jason is
or that Deanna might show up and try to get him back near the end. I
have lots to do like write books and take care of kids and put on make
up and do vigorous exercise like pilates and yoga and kickboxing. So it
was very exciting to get my book in paperback. Now it's cheaper so I
hope more people get to read it.
I think this is a long post. i
hope my biggest fan likes it. Maybe he/she will send me another email
soon so that I can post more. No pressure or anything. But really, I
love you.
The End. |
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Written by Ann Dee Ellis
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Monday, 10 November 2008 |
In honor of two of my favorite people, Mr. Bob Ross and his happy
little trees, and Mrs. Iforgetherfirstname Cahoon, my eighth grade oil
painting teacher who said my llama that I painted over by that one
cactus in my desertscape looked "quite realistic", I would like to
start a series for my blog postings. I want to focus on the little
things I struggle with in writing that actually turn out to be BIG
things because as we all know, the happy little tree and the smudgy fat
llama contribute to the composition as a whole.
This week I will focus on Moms.
Question #1: Are all Moms kooky?
I
am finding that most of the moms I write tend to either a tad bit
crazy, a little bit depressed, or a whole lot misguided. Bottom Line:
Kooky.
Is this accurate? And the greater question, is it possible
to be a mother and not come off this way from a teenager's point of
view? Because really, mom is trying to do her best but mom is a person
and mom does not go to school every day and face what teenager has to
face. BUT mom did at one time face what teenager faced and wants more
than anything (usually) to help teen be happy. Do some moms do it
right? Completely? Is that possible?
Question #2: Will my children think I'm kooky? How can I avoid becoming kooky or am I already kooky?
No answer.
Question
#3: How do I convince my mom that the moms in my book are not her? that
she isn't kooky? At least not the brand of kooky found in my writing?
(Because if all moms are kooky, mom would be right to assume my
experience with her would inform my shaping of the mom character.)
I
am finding more and more that I write a lot about mothers. I don't know
if it's because my mom had a profound influence on my life (and most
moms do), or if it's become I'm trying to be a mom and my kid keeps
reminding me that I'm not so good at it, or if it's inevitable--we all
are interested in mom relationships.
That's all for today.
Trees and Llamas Forever. |
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Written by Ann Dee Ellis
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Thursday, 02 October 2008 |
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Spooky Day #2: How many pumpkin cookies I ate and these books: 
I used to read these over and over again. Like the bride who gets locked in the hope chest? and they don't find her for years?
Or the hook?
Or the high beams?
Or the hitchhiker? |
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Written by Ann Dee Ellis
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Wednesday, 01 October 2008 |
You guys, I'm totally on top of everything. Like my life, my writing,
my fearofdrivethrus. Totally. That's why I was not surprised at Sara's post about
the fabulous panel I'm going to be on with Sara and Mette Ivie
Harrision at the Salt Lake City Public Library on October 14th at 7:00
pm. I'm going to be there with Halloween Bells on. I may even show up
as Little Orphan Annie like I did last year. Okay.
The
Baby-O-Poult as Sara so lovingly named the ritual exercise at our
house, may or may not occur at this event so you'll just have to show
up and see.
Other news, it's October 1st. In keeping with
tradition, I try to focus on the spooky things in life throughout this
month. I think you should too. It makes everything feel darker, more
witchy, maybe a tad more haunted. And I promise, if you change your
focus in life, you will find spooky things. They happen all the time.
SO . . . today's spooky occurence: Ants.
Many
of them. They just appeared out of nowhere and I think they are
disgusting. Mr. Baby Original things they are funny and sometimes tries
to pick them up. I say: NO!
Then I get out the vacuum (a good
idea? I don't know) and suck the suckers into the wall and thus into a
mysterious place down in the garage that may or may not get emptied in
the near future. So then, let's think about that: Ants (plus a few
spiders). Lots of them, multiplying in my garage. Eating all the crumbs
and pepperoni, waiting, waiting, waiting for the time when we finally
open the mysterious place and WACK!!!!! (Insert your own visual of
attack of ants).
Loves |
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Written by Ann Dee Ellis
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Sunday, 14 September 2008 |
  He's really nice and just yesterday his brother didn't attempt to pull his fingers off. Not once. Not only that, this little boy insists I wake up numerous times in the night to think about many things. Like writing. Perhaps. Or my personality problems. Sometimes. Or why a very loud truck keeps driving around the neighborhood at 3 am. Without him, I'd miss this precious me time. I'm serious. |
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