The 10 Best Questions

This week I am up to my eyeballs in stuff. Stuff like taking the kids swimming, going to the water park, playing more tennis than I’ve ever played in my life, getting tennis elbow, riding bikes, baking pies, getting in my 2 hours of writing each day, and generally getting ready to return to work. Tomorrow.

I said TOMORROW.

So I stopped at my new office today (new office! new school! new windows to see the sunlight!) and met one of the janitors there who quickly became my BFF. We all know that’s the way it works. If I ever expect to get my trash emptied and have him haul my boxes up to my new office, then I’d better find a way to make that man happy.

I meant with something like a nice lemon icebox pie. What were you thinking?

These last few hours of vacation are spent on important things like children, eating good food, going to the movies with a gaggle of friends tonight, and writing about shoes for BlogHer. And while I’m wrapping up my book and polishing off the necessary paperwork to go out and be rejected accepted by a publishing house, I was catching up on my Time magazine reading. They have a section where they ask people 10 questions that are supposed to be revealing in some way. What would you ask someone like Shirley Sherrod? I thought. Or that Old Spice guy, Isaiah Mustafa?

These are the zombie shoes I mention in that post. You should really go and read it now. Or maybe just order them online.

Then I came up with a contest. I like to get a sponsor for my blog contests sometimes, but others? Well, I like to do it my damn self. And I want to give away some of the books I’ve read to get my shelves ready for my own published book. SOMEDAY, right? A gal can hope.

So, ask your questions. I will try to answer them as honestly as possible and still keep some semblance of privacy. Ten will be chosen, but one of the ten chosen will win a box of books. From me to you. *Plus, a little surprise or two because I like to do that kind of stuff. It must be the Southern Hospitality my father instilled in me even though my Northern Hospitality mother is more likely to do this kind of thing.

Comments will close on Friday, July 30 when I look up from my desk at my new job and say, “Really? Only 17 people asked questions? Ok. Fine. I’ll still choose a winner.” and then I’ll answer the Ten Best Questions for a post on the following Monday.

This should be fun unless the fun is all in my head in which case I will just go an infuse some more vodka which is now a part of the summer fun in which I’ve been indulging AND OK I’LL STOP NOW JUST ASK SOME GOOD QUESTIONS.

*It is entirely possible that I might add goodies in this Book Box that have helped me have a good summer. Sunblock, tennis balls, infused vodka. (KIDDING. I don’t think that’s allowed. Is it?) I dunno. I’m feeling weird.