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Cathy C. Hallhttps://cathychall.wordpress.com/I write, write, write. Then I rewrite, rewrite, rewrite. THEN I submit all those polished-up words out into the world and sell 'em. It's a plan that's worked pretty well.

Finding the Funny Along with the Sublime

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I had to share this post from Slush Pile Hell. (Which, I might add, is a funny spot to check out every day and not just when it happens to have a children’s related post).

The thing is, when you ask a bunch of Twitterers to come up with THE WORST CHILDREN’S BOOK…EVER, you’re going to get quite a few Tweets of an imaginary caliber. And the other thing is, I laughed out loud at almost all of the Top 25. So, that adds up to two things making this particular post a Keeper.

Now, calm down a bit because the next Keeper is a wonderful blog called “From the Mixed-up Files…of middle grade authors.” It basically says what you need to know in the title, but you can read here to find more of what these middle school authors have set out to do in the blogosphere.

And if you are a writer, as I am, you might want to read this overview. You’ll find out exactly what this bodacious blog has to offer you. Which I think is quite nice of them, don’t you?

Tooting My Horn Tuesday: Deep South Magazine on Being Polite

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Dadgum it!

I meant to tell all y’all about my essay in Deep South Magazine-and remind you to vote for your favorite Southern saying in the T shirt contest. Now, it’s too late to vote! But you can still check out the Southern sayings. (I sent in “Hush up,” which is just about as Southern as it comes. It didn’t get picked. Maybe the folks at Deep South thought I was telling them to hush up.)

Anyway, you may recall that Deep South Magazine was the Market of the Month-and I didn’t waste any time sending over my essay, “Being Polite.” I’d be tickled to death if you gave it a read. You can’t make these things up, as they say.

Well, you can. But in this case, I didn’t. When I was visiting with family last week, an argument of sorts broke out as we all remembered that evening differently. In the end, my version prevailed as the truth. Mostly. Which just goes to show, you can’t put a roomful of Southerners in one place without folks making a fuss. (Coincidentally, another Southern expression I sent in.)

So, how about you? Do you have a favorite Southern saying? I’d really like to know.

Honest to Pete.