Amy Ruttan

It just released in e-book December 3rd, and it’s already available in print. It’s hard to believe. Well, I was supposed to go to RT this year, but … erm … yeah things called little *J* got in the way and prevents me from flying or enjoying myself. LOL!!

But I’m thrilled Rain God is in an Anthology titled TEMPTING TURQUOISE and I share this anthology with Wicked Writer Regina Carlisle (who is the sweetest person evah!) and author Elaine Lowe.

 You can get a copy here.

Okay I thought the original cover was great, but I love this one so much better.

I’m a little behind on my promo as writing committments have been sucking my brain. I’m trying to get the last two books in the Enchantress Series done, as well as something for my lovely editor at EC before I have little James. Eighty Six days, but who’s counting. Oh yeah, I am. I am uber uncomfortable and not liking this whole bedrest shindig.

I also have a lot of neat things coming up, and I should do a newsletter. So much to do. Not to mention getting my crazy house in order before James comes. Is it summer yet?

I saw this on Romance Divas, enter in your name at the Urban Dictionary and see what your name means. Umm very interesting how my name was used.

Here are some choice examples:

 AMY :

to take, hold, or steal your heart. a person who is a soulmate. a good lover.

she pulled an amy on my heart. (she stole or holds my heart)
my heart was amyied. (my heart was stolen)
watch out she will amy you. (she will steal your heart)
you have yourself an amy. (you have yourself a soulmate)

1. A name linked to Biblical numbers in many ways:
1+13+25 = 39, 3+9 = 12
By digit sum,
1+4+7 = 12
Also, AMY divides the alphabet in the following way: from A to L = 12, M to X = 12, Y to Z =1
Adding these numbers, 12+12+1 = 25, 2+5=7
In addition, (1+2)+(1+2)+1 = 7
Many more relationships exist at more involved levels….
2. The name that was given to the most beautiful girl in the world

1. “Amy” sure is a beautiful name any way you look at it

2. Amy is so beautiful I pissed my pants

just about the most coolest person you’ll ever meet.
a girl so is very mellow and laid back.
about the hottest they’ll get.

omg amy is so live.

And the weirdest definition regarding AMY

she is one fine mean looking girl. Though she is normally horny and likes to bash people during sex.

“how was the girl last night?”
“she was good a bit of an amy though”
“i can tell from the bruises”

Actually that last one sounds like spam. LOL!!

OH and this past Saturday I am officially now in the third trimester. Only 88 days until my c-section. Where has the time gone. Somedays it feels like I just got pregnant, and other days it feels like I’ve been this way for twenty years. LOL.

So what does your name mean in the Urban Dictionary?

First round of edits done on Enchantress The Sorceress. Woo Woo!! They were intense, but I love intense edits, especially since I wrote The Sorceress way back in September 2008, before I discovered the THAT syndrome.

My lovely editor Lisa warned me before these were completed we’ll be doing a second round to make sure everything is caught before it’s given to the FLE’s to tear apart.

Now I’m throwing myself back into completing book 4 Enchantress The Slave, before first round edits of Enchantress The Healer and second round Enchantress The Sorceress come back to bite me in the bum.

Well, not now. It’s 10 p.m., I’m going to bed. Tomorrow.

I am a huge L.M. Montgomery fan. I remember devoring her books as a young child, and since I was quite the day dreamer I related myself to Anne Shirley in every way. I loved Tennyson and romantic notions, I can at times have a fiery temper; but I had something Anne always wanted … raven locks. I die them auburn because I wanted what Anne had.

I find myself now, as a mother, connecting with Anne even more. I can tell you I have read Anne’s House of Dreams, Anne of Ingelside, Rainbow Valley and Rilla of Ingelside many, many, many times.

Anne’s House of Dreams really hits me hard. Her little Joy, a baby, so white and beautiful dies during birth. As you know Sumo almost died. I found consolation in Anne’s grief to make it through those trying weeks. My joy wasn’t taken from me.

As I was picking the name for this little bundle. My last child, because there’s no way I am having seven children, I guess I subconciously picked a name of Anne’s. The name is a name I always liked, James. My grandfather is named James, I had an Uncle Jim and I have a cousin who I babysat called Jamie (though he’s an angsty teen and prefers James, sorry bud I still thing of you as the pudgy little baby Jamie). James was also the name of Anne’s son, named after a sea captain, Captain Jim. The middled name was Matthew after her beloved Matthew. My little guy will be James Alfred. Alfred is my father’s name, a man I am very close to.

But I’ve been calling little *J* not Jim, nor Jimmy and not even Jamie. I’ve been calling him Jem, for Anne’s son went by the name of Jem (and this realization just hit me today). When I call him Jemmy or Jem, I don’t think of the crazy 80’s cartoon of the girl rockstar. No, nothing totally outrageous. I think of Anne and her darling boy. And my little *J* responds when I talk to him now, and he really responds to the nick name.

I think it will only be me calling him this name. And that’s fine. I checked it out on babynamer, it’s a form of James. A male name. It means supplanter. My DH would call that fitting. I think Gilbert thought the same thing when little James Matthew came in their life.

So me and Anne do have a lot in common, and that makes me a little warm and fuzzy today.

Sorry for this gelatinous hormonal post. I brimming with lots of nasty motherly, happy, Disneyesque feelings today. Blech.

ROFL!!

Yes, they’ve arrived.

These:

 In the word of Mike Meyers from So I Married an Axe Murderer “Evil like the fruits of the devil. Eeevil.”

This is bad. I knew they would be coming, but having three cases full of 12 boxes of Girl Guide cookies is muay bad in my condition. Especially since I’m kind of trapped on this whole bedrest thing. Did my DH hide them away. OH NO he put them in the living room, in plain sight. Sumo tried covering them with a blanket on my request. It didn’t work. I know they are there.

This is dangerous.

My daughter is super excited to sell them. She’s a good little Spark.

But come on. A pregnant lady and 3 cases of Girl Guide Cookies. This doesn’t bode well. I remember when the order form came in back in December 2008. I’ve been craving them since then. As I type this post little *J* is kicking me, he knows what I am writing about.

This is a dangerous situation for all. *sigh*

Hopefully I can fight it, I’ll immerse myself in writing book 4 of my series. I have a few people to beat up in that book, I think I’ll write those scenes now. Really inflict torture on some big burly guys. For someone has to pay for bringing these yummy fruits of the devil into my home.

Someone is going to get a hurt real bad.

Ever hear of that expression? Here’s a couple more:

Cutting off ones nose to spite their face

Cooking one’s goose

How about a Fool’s errand?

Throw a wrench into the works

Got any good idioms? See, I’m talking about these idioms because I don’t understand how an aspiring author or a published one for that matter will committ career suicide by responding to rejection, whether they be a form rejection or a Rewrite and Revise, by being rude to the editor/agent. Seriously, where does that get you? I’ll tell you, NO WHERE.

Editors and Agents can have memories like elephants … as in they don’t forget the difficult ones. Do you think they will want to work with an author who is going to be troublesome?

Everyone gets rejections. EVERY ONE. I have, I’ll freely admit it. Sure form rejections SUCK monkey butts because you don’t know what’s wrong with your work, but I look at them as a learning tool. Rejections will make me step back and wonder what it is about the piece that’s just not jiving. It could be something as silly as subjectivity of the editor or agent, but still if you continue to submit and get constant rejections across the board I think it’s time to step back and wonder why?

After all some great authors have been rejected, J.K. Rowling, Dr. Suess (he received a lot of rejections).

Being rude or nasty or whiney is just a waste of energy. There’s no need to start badmouthing the house, the editor or agent who rejected your work. Seriously that will get you no where. I know for a fact, from working with several editors, they do not get paid for reading their slush pile. Their usually MASSIVE slush piles. They only get paid by the stuff that sells.

As I said, rejections bite serious monkey butts, but instead of beating a dead horse and sending that editor or agent hate mail. Use your energy to focus on improving, or finding the right house that fits. Rejections can make you feel horrible, but I am sure those writing the rejection letters don’t feel exactly peachy keen by quashing someone’s hopes. They are people too.

So instead of focusing on the negative idioms try a few positive ones:

Make Headway

Every Dog Has its Day

And my personal favorite Weather The Storm.

Just remember we’ve all been there, and though it blows bits now, but if you act professional, think positive and keep working at it you’ll get there.

Being rude, violent or agressive will leave you in a continual cycle of circling the drain.

Or maybe that’s just me.

I had an amazing time at UC Baby. An amazing time. Our taxes got bumped because they assigned us someone who DOESN”T do business taxes, even though I asked for one. Ugh. But that all just doesn’t matter right now. I had such an amazing time. Most definitely a boy. No doubt about it, tee hee. He kept sticking his foot in his face and had a case of the hiccups, but it was loads of fun.

Yeah that would be hand across mouth and foot in the eye. He was pretty much folded in half, hence why we got such a good view of the “package”.

This weekend will be the first day of spring, and it is jammed back full of stuff for me and the family … despite my bedrest. 

I’m doing my final take on my edits for Enchantress The Sorceress, I was having issues with expanding some sex scenes because yeah … I’m not allowed nothing with my condition. It frustrates me. LOL, but I’m getting through them and trying not to convey the frustration in my piece. LOL.

Tonight I’m heading off to get taxes done. Yuck. Ever since I started writing and became a “business” as it were, my tax folder is HUGE. I had to laugh at the DH who said. “Geez I have to put my taxes in order.” He had three pieces of paper. Mine was a huge file folder. Yeah buddy, put your paper in order. Yeesh.

We’re also going to be looking at a new vehicle this weekend. Our Malibu, which we’ve had since before we had kids is dying a slow and painful death. It was a good car, but now it’s time to upgrade to a mini van. *sob* I’m trying to console myself with the fact I may get a red one. I love red, both the color and the author Red Garnier. Well, I may not be a part of looking at the vehicle. It depends how I feel, but I trust my DH to get something practical. He is not the spontaneous buyer, I am.

AND finally tomorrow I get to see the baby. No, he’s not coming out yet, I’m going for my 3D ultrasound. I am uber excited for it. I can’t wait to post pictures on my blog and show you all. I feel huge, but I was having lunch with a former coworker, who saw me pregnant with Boo and Sumo and she couldn’t believe how small I am. Another mother at Boo’s school said it looks like I’ve lost weight. Hmmm well how come it feels like I’m dragging moneyboxes behind me like Jacob Marley?

I may actually have a child under 10lbs. Insane I know, but I’ll take it. If I have a  nine pounder my body may snap back faster. Trust me, the baby factory is now closed. LOL.

What are you up to this weekend?

Yeah that’s me. I’m just like Spudgy.