Though it is actually night here, it's still day ten of my Daughter Am I blog tour.

The reference to night and day reminds me of one of those standardized tests I took when I was in second grade. The question was, "How many hours are in a day?" I knew, of course, that there were twenty-four hours in a day's span, but for some reason, I took the question to mean day as opposed to night. I knew that there were variable daylight hours -- that was apparent from the way the sun set earlier each evening as it got nearer to winter. So, what was my answer? Twelve. I figured that on the average there had to be twelve hours of night and twelve hours of day. As you can see, I never did quite fit into a standardized world.

What does this way too revealing annecdote have to do with my blog tour? Absolutely nothing, except that it could be considered an example of a hook if, in fact, it did hook you! I am down in St. Augustine, Florida with Dave Ebright, and we're cyberly talking about hooking a reader. I have a hunch Ebright doesn't need any advice from me -- his novel, Bad Latitude, has hooks galore: surfing, fast boats, zombies, ghosts, and pirates. Stop by Ebright's Blog, JaxPop: Haunted City Writer, and tell us about your hook, even if it is only a fishing hook. You can find me and Dave here: That's What Hooks a Reader.

If you haven't yet stopped by the Second Wind Publishing haunted house (hey, there's a theme here! Haunted City. Haunted House. Way cool!) you are missing the fun. You can find the house here: Trick or Treat! Let the Game Begin!


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Comment by Pat Bertram on October 29, 2009 at 6:50am
Dan, what an incredible compliment. I always thought the way I reasoned out the question showed that I knew how to think, but apparently thinking is not a valuable commodity. Or maybe it just showed some sort of fugue state. I still get them. The other day I read that a senior was babysitting, and I immediately pictured an older person, not a high school senior. Of course, that's more the result of a new mind set due to aging.

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