Author: Katie Ganshert

I write Christian romance and my debut novel, Wildflowers from Winter, releases in May, 2012 through Waterbrook Press (a division of Random House).

Word Flubs

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I was composing a tweet recently and typed, “All the rage”

And then I had to stop and Google whether or not it’s all the rage or all the rave.

From what I could find, the first is the correct version.

And my critique partner pointed out that it’s not “another thing coming” but actually, “another think coming.”

Huh. Who woulda known?

These little errors got me thinking of all the words I mix up…

Like how up until fifth grade, I honestly thought those cement things that separate the grass from the street were called curves. To my defense, curve makes more sense than curb.

And ornaments? No, really? You means there’s no D? I totally called them ordermints throughout all my formative years.

Every time John Elton’s Tiny Dancer came on the radio, I’d sing…

Hold me closer, Tony Danzaaaaa.

I really wish I were kidding.

I know. It doesn’t make nearly as much a sense as curves. I guess I thought John Elton was a big fan of Who’s the Boss.

Up until about four years ago, my cousin, who is now a senior in high school, thought meteorologists were talking about the windshield factor instead of the wind chill factor. (This is just one of the many reasons why I love her.)

So it seems I’m not the only person who botches words. Surely, my cousin and I are not alone….

Let’s Talk: What words and phrases and song lyrics have come out of your mouth incorrectly?

For your entertainment, here are some hilariously botched song lyrics from the movie 27 Dresses (warning: this takes place in a bar and a female body part is mentioned, so if either of these are offensive, stay clear)

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Literature through the Years

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It started on the couch of my childhood home. 1404 Lincoln Road. My brother and I would sandwich my dad on the middle cushion while he read Berenstain Bears and Little Critters and I’d search for that spider. Anybody remember that spider?

I went to a special reading teacher in first grade because they thought I might have dyslexia. Her name was Mrs. Detmering.

And then my second grade teacher, Mrs. Getty, read the Mrs. Piggle Wiggle books out loud to the class and books began casting their spell.

Not Ann of Green Gables. I got a set of those for Christmas and tried. I really did. But I couldn’t get through the first one.

But Boxcar Children and Judy Blume?

Oh, how I loved Fudgie’s shenanigans.

I must have read hundreds of books in my younger years, but these are the ones I remember…

The Phantom Tollbooth. If books hadn’t already grabbed my allegiance, this one sure did. After such a magical experience, there would be no going back.

Where the Red Fern Grows. I cried real tears over those two dogs.

The Face on the Milk Carton. My first re-reader. Anybody else remember it? I think it was the romance that got me.

Then I went on a major Mary Higgins Clark kick.

And in high school, I picked up Gone with the Wind.

I remember reading it on the bleachers before basketball games. I remember reading it late into the night. I remember finishing it and immediately checking out the sequel (not written by Margaret Mitchell) at the library because what in the world!? Rhett and Scarlett had to be together.

I read I Know This Much is True by Wally Lamb in my high school popular adult lit class and decided I would be a psychologist.

Then in college, on my dorm room floor in Madison, Wisconsin, I gave my life to Christ and a friend introduced me to this genre called Christian fiction.

I read Redeeming Love and The Mark of the Lion trilogy (life-changing) by Francine Rivers. Karen Kingsbury’s One Tuesday Morning (unputdownable).

Somewhere along the line I met Harry Potter, and oh my goodness, I was a goner. I think I’ve read those books 4 times through, at least. Hubby would often joke, “Is Harry coming between us again?”

More magic. And I’m not talking the actual magic that occurs in the Harry Potter world. But the magic that comes when we are swept into words on a page. When we’re transported to another place and try on somebody else’s skin.

That’s the magical part. That’s why I love books.  And that’s why I read them to my son.

I wonder which ones he’ll remember when he’s grown.

Let’s Talk: What books do you remember from your childhood? What are some recent favorites? When did you fall in love with reading?

Friday Faves

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Chin-Grabbers for Everyone:
  • God is in the Right Now by Melissa Tagg

    Wise, wise words about the significance of today. God doesn’t time-travel. He works in the present. 

  • Mopping Haiti and My Heart is Hot by Jen Hatmaker

    Here’s what I want to know? Is it possible to read a Jen Hatmaker post and NOT get teary? Both of these made me want to go to Haiti. Adopt from Haiti. Do something with Haiti. The least we can do is sponsor a child. And in case you doubt sponsoring a child does all that much, check out the second link. 

  • Sandpaper People by Robin Dance on (in)Courage

    We all have difficult relationships in our lives. Can you imagine the difference it would make if we believed God was accomplishing a Kingdom work inside us through the difficulty? 

  • Redefining Success by Jessica R. Patch

    What is the meaning of success? Perhaps it’s not what we think it is. 

  • Wow by Olivia Ryan

    Olivia is a new friend from church and even though this post is a few weeks old, I have to share! Because oh my goodness, is it ever powerful! Especially if you are a woman who has ever or is struggling with infertility OR you believe you deserve something  you don’t already have.

    Here’s a snippet: “Oh how we long to be ‘happy’! We think we know what will make us happy too…but isn’t it so true that when you get what you want you soon become unsatisfied again?”

    Can I get an Amen? 

    This post goes hand-in-hand with Wednesday’s post, It’s All Extra. God gave us everything on that cross, everything. Yet so often, He chooses to give us beyond everything. Is that not cause for rejoicing? Should we not dance and shout and celebrate this glorious, joy-giving God?
     

Chin-Grabbers for Writers:
  • Does an Author Need to Have a Big Ego? by Chip MacGregor 

    According to Chip, failure does not test our character nearly as much as success does. So….should I start praying for God to test my character? 😉 Seriously, there’s a lot of great stuff in this post. 

  • Something’s Gotta Give on Seekerville

    How do you make time for what’s important? What do you do when you’re afraid to fail? Here is some very practical advice. 

 Let’s Talk: Any good posts you’d like to share from the week? Any cares, concerns, or celebrations?