Tuesday, August 14, 2012

I'm (Not) Terribly Concerned About This

I promise, I'll get to my giveaway winners next week, after school starts and I'm not doing Lamaze breathing just to get through an afternoon with a house full of bored teenagers.

But right now I have two things on my mind. One is that I'm afraid I'm doing exactly what the guy in this article is talking about.

And the other is that I realized this morning that I've become rather spotty. (See scientifically obtained proof below)

Considering that I get less sun than bats, moles, and people who live in disused subway tunnels, I can't in good faith call these 'freckles,' a description I would love to employ because it suggests a certain 'youthiness.'

Nor am I worried that they're cancerous; if they were my mother's hands would have dropped off years ago.

No, I'm just spotty. And for the next week, while I hide in my office and finish my novel, I'm going to use my breaks to ponder on just what this little development means.

Maybe it's what happens to your hands when you write something so breathtakingly awesome, even the Pulitzer committee can't come up with enough hyperbole or zeroes on a check to adequately describe their rapture.

Yes. I'm going with that one.


LisAway said...

Yes, you're clearly going to be SO rich!

I like your speckled hands. No, I LOVE your speckled hands! And on an entirely non-flattery related note, I bet you wouldn't even miss one of those zeroes. You can paypal to the email address on my profile. You're the best, DeNae. No, really! The BEST!!

wendy said...

yes yes...go with your last thinking on your book.

ha ha, laughing at your "spots"
I have them too....more every year.
I even had a dermatologist burn some off 3 years ago. Works.

Stephanie said...

Of course you're right. They are certainly Pulitzer spots. Ah, the burden of talent.

Brittany said...

Obviously there is no other explanantion. Can you come up with a good reason why I have them on my face? I mean, other than the truth which is way too much sun exposure. And, can I tell you, I kept looking at your skin over the weekend thinking, "DeNae has lovely skin," but I didn't say it outloud because I thought I'd sound kind of creepy. This is why I'm terrible at giving compliments.

InkMom said...

I recently decided that I don't need to get skinnier or faster (running on the trail) -- I just need to maintain what I've got and then get older. Aging is underrated. It's the only way I'm ever going to grow into the fabulousness that God gave me.

JoLynne Lyon said...

It's happening to me, too, on my arms. If I corrected everything age has done, I'd spend a million dollars.

Glad you're producing epic stuff. I look forward to reading it.

Becca said...

Pulitzer Spots. I love. Very much.

They'll probably go away if you finish the novel next week. I'm willing to bet on it.

Kazzy said...

I have touched those spotty warm hands before, and they are full of untyped words and yet-to-be-given pats on the back.

Love ya.

JoeinVegas said...

yes, freckles not (horrors) age spots