Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

So the weatherman said it would snow. But when is the weatherman ever right, right? Well he was today. It actually snowed in Wilmington. Not much. But enough to coat the ground in a whispy layer of white. And it was beautiful.

A work of art

From my very first interview at Talk, I've coveted two metal wire seahorse sculptures on the boss' wall. They are whimsical and intricate and utterly stunning. After multiple discussions with Michael Van Hout, the artist and one of Deb's very close friends, I finally have a pair to call my own. The house is quickly turning into a modern art gallery. And I love it.

On to the next...Almost

Fear that I only ever had one complete book in me has been haunting me for years. Brewing under the surface and bubbling violently over into reality when the prospect of finally completing the first novel seemed too daunting a task.

That all changed on the drive to work yesterday. I had a name stuck in my head along with a picture of a cupcake from the bookmark of my new Real Simple subscription (thanks Mom!). That's all it took.

Now if I can ever finish editing and then draft and edit a query letter to find myself an agent (literary agent that is), I will actually write a second book. And it will revolve around two sisters and a cupcakery (a cupcake bakery that is). Harper and Jack are already blabbing away in my head but I must resist the temptation to really listen until Reminders is complete.

Must not, must not, must not write anything new. Yet.

Tweet, tweet

So you may have noticed the new Twitter feed on the right hand side. (yep, right over there -> under my new profile picture) Yes, I have gone over "to the darkside" as Lindsay put it. I am twittering. Everyday. Multiple time a day.

What this means for you is that when I'm not updating the blog regularly (like I should be, but because I'm a slacker at heart I simply don't some days or months), you can always check my Twitter feed and see what I'm up to. I have to Twitter for work, so I thought why not include it on here so everyone can take the internet stalking to a whole new level. Enjoy.

You can never have too much art

While shopping for a new employee gift at Blue Moon, I came across a local artist who has quickly become the next on my must have list. Mandy Johnson paints with bright acrylic colors on canvas to capture southern and coastal life in all its vibrance. The card in the artist booth said that any painting can be reproduced on canvas in any size. I've got my eye on one particular painting of three red beach houses (either one long painting or chopped into three smaller pieces). Or the picture that is my current profile picture of the girl reading a book with her cat. Now that I mention it, I want them both.

The Bishop clan in all its glory

Lax

There is no excuse I can come up with that justifies my blatant disregard for updating my blog. I promise to return soon (with back-dated posts) as soon as I quit finding other things to do. For now, here is a quick list of things to blame:

• Editing is a long and laborious process. Even when you think you're done, you stupidly pick it up again and change things. (And find more typos!)
• We had Christmas and New Years Eve parties and the house needed cleaning - before and after
• My Christmas CD this year is really, really addictive.
• I spent four whirlwind, crazy-busy days in TN.
  
• I didn't finish Half Blood Prince on CD on my drive back from TN, so I had to finish it once I was home.
  
• The Twilight saga is happily back on my bookshelf - that is, when I'm not pulling them down and rereading.
• Ash said it best: Facebook is a time-sucking void.
• I contracted something that loosely resembled the plague, but I think I may be recovering.