Friday Fricassee

Pardon me while I stop and catch my breath.

Whew!  All that voting (Holly's winners will be announced Monday!), and those beautiful birthday gifts (has the song become a delightful earworm yet?), and the retrospective....a full week!

I'm a full-fledged stat stalker, and it was interesting to see which of the retrospective's posts were most popular.  Most hits?  The most bizarre rejection letter!  Also up there were Beth Revis's query contest entry and the blog post entitled On Giving Up.

If you missed the retrospective, GO READ IT NOW.

Also, you have until 11:59 pm EDT Sunday to ENTER THE JAYNE HAT GIVE-AWAY.

Next week?  MORE BLOG BIRTHDAY FUN!  (Because one week wasn't enough.)

*drum roll*

On Tuesday, we'll be having a TINY AGENT CONTEST.

Tiny, as in agents-under-the-age-of-5.  I'll be posting tot pictures of a collection of agents you (probably) know, along with a list of names.  You get to guess who's who!

Also?  You'll get to vote on THE CUTEST AGENT.  So this is 2 contests in one.

ALL THE DETAILS will post early Monday morning, so be sure you're on your toes.  Some of these photos are fall-off-your-seat adorable.

(Oh, and there will be prizes.  Each agent has offered something to give away!)

Yay!

It's been a less-than-stellar week for me, and the blog fun has kept me busy.  Last Friday, I injured myself in ballet class (grade 2 calf strain).  For the first couple of days, I couldn't walk at all.  (I crawled.  It was all sorts of dramatic.)  I graduated to an incredibly lopsided limp (as in, hanging onto things and practically hopping), and then to an 80-year-old hobble.  Today I'm walking almost normally, but dancing still isn't in my near future.  (A devastating thought, but things could be a lot worse.)

Mostly, I've been on the couch.  Which is fine for writing and editing, yes?  Except, despite my sedentary career choice, I'm actually not a slow-moving person.  The word frenetic comes to mind.  I don't walk up stairs; I run.  I don't walk out to get the mail; I skip.  I dust the house quickly, speed walk through parking lots, and push impatiently between and around slow-moving people in malls.

Not being able to walk has MADE ME ALL KINDS OF CRAZY.

But I'm thankful that, as long as I kept still, there was no pain.  (Moving my leg a way it didn't want to go, though? Excruciating.)  I'm thankful that I'm not a professional dancer (because, can you imagine?).  I'm thankful this wasn't a lot worse (I've heard of achilles tendons snapping at the ankle and rolling up inside the leg.  I just...)

So, yeah.  Bad week.  The birthday fun came at a good time for me.

My fondest desire now, of course, is to return to ballet.  I'm missing class this morning and will probably cry a little.  And then I will find something chocolate.

If you think of it, do a little dance step on my behalf today.  The thought of lots of little dance steps around the world makes me smile!

Have a beautiful (spring!) weekend.