Great day. No writing done, though. Spent the day with my boys. Rode up to Lake George and waded around in the water on a super crowded beach. Managed to find a spot that wasn't too bad, though.
Little bean loved it. He got a real kick out of walking in the water. Kept looking down at the ripples and screaming "WOOOOOOW!" each time a wave came in. Very cute.
Sand in socks and shoes even though I tried to make sure my feet were clean. Little bean had sandals on. I should've put sandals on myself.
Yesterday I bought a cute little backpack with a harness attached, thinking this was the answer to my prayers, as bean now tries to climb out of the cart while we're shopping, and has actually climbed onto the space that you're supposed to put your items to purchase on.
So, because he was trying to get out of the stroller and was asking me sweetly if he could walk, I, foolish woman that I am, put the backpack harness on him and thought we were good to go.
Not.
I've walked an Anatolian Shepherd, which is a giant sized dog, which gave me less grief than this two year old little boy did. So that didn't work out. And once I put him back in the stroller and actually buckled him in this time, he was NOT a happy camper, having tasted a little freedom (such as it was, being attached to my hand and dragging me across the beach) he was unwilling to be shackled again.
So emphatic and vehement protests ensued. That was most enjoyable.
Stopped at Johnny Rocket's on the way back. Love that place. But hated the loud mouth who was bellowing at the top of his lungs at the table behind us. He felt the need to shout out every song that played on the speakers at the top of his lungs. I must say, I didn't realize that Big Girls Don't Cry by Frankie Valley and the Four Seasons could be slaughtered quite so badly.
Cranky bean, missed his nap. Whipping crayons across the restaurant and shrieking because I wouldn't let him down his entire chocolate shake before his grilled cheese and fries came. Oh the joy and merriment.
Still had a really good time though, if that makes sense. Older boy saved the moment by jumping off his chair and tickling the bean until he was giggling and squealing in delight.
Also, older boy, who is six years old, graced us with his rendition of Dobie Gray's Drift Away. Although I'm sure he's only heard the newer version, which is a duet between Gray and Uncle Kracker. I love this version. Older boy's version was a tad bit different. He replaced, "Give me the beat boys and free my soul, I want to get lost in your rock and roll and drift away" to "Give me the big bowl to free my soul, I wanna get up in your rock and roll and drift away (he rolled the 'r' in drift for at least five seconds each time, quite dazzling, really)."
Jeff and I giggled are butts off, quietly, so as not to disturb the singing, which was priceless.
It was a lovely day and the weather was gorgeous.
But I'm not looking forward to checking out the back seat, toddler seat and back flooring of the truck for fear of what now lives there, left over from the snacks the boys were nibbling on. I've found things that I actually haven't been able to identify as having ever been even remotely edible at any point in time. At least not on this planet.
Off to read, which my eyes are still slightly open. Hope you all had a wonderful holiday weekend!
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Sunday, May 30, 2010
Long Weekend Blither
Gorgeous day! Another successful parking lot session this morning. Chose a different lot, though, just to shake it up a little. I do much better with the writing in the morning. That's for sure.
Did get the kitchen floor done and I still have laundry and bathrooms to do. I'm lazy today, though. Good thing I still have tomorrow.
The day's not over yet and my little guy is napping, so I'm off to do more editing.
Hope everyone is enjoying the day.
Update:
I finally figured out what the last scene of the book is. I cut and pasted two chapters to the bottom of the document, and it flows perfectly. Now I know what the next scenes are that need to be written.
It's funny because I always kind of knew that these should be the last scenes but I kept thinking that maybe not, maybe I should write new final scenes. But those scenes don't fit as the last scenes. Though they still need to be written.
I'm stoked. This is the second draft of the book. After this draft is done, I'll do a polishing draft and see how that goes, and see how it reads through.
Been thinking about what I want to work on next. The Collectors is still waiting. Might start something new, though. Not sure on that one.
I guess we'll see which characters yell at me the loudest. It's usually Leah, but I'd like to see through the eyes of a new character for a little while.
Later all.
Did get the kitchen floor done and I still have laundry and bathrooms to do. I'm lazy today, though. Good thing I still have tomorrow.
The day's not over yet and my little guy is napping, so I'm off to do more editing.
Hope everyone is enjoying the day.
Update:
I finally figured out what the last scene of the book is. I cut and pasted two chapters to the bottom of the document, and it flows perfectly. Now I know what the next scenes are that need to be written.
It's funny because I always kind of knew that these should be the last scenes but I kept thinking that maybe not, maybe I should write new final scenes. But those scenes don't fit as the last scenes. Though they still need to be written.
I'm stoked. This is the second draft of the book. After this draft is done, I'll do a polishing draft and see how that goes, and see how it reads through.
Been thinking about what I want to work on next. The Collectors is still waiting. Might start something new, though. Not sure on that one.
I guess we'll see which characters yell at me the loudest. It's usually Leah, but I'd like to see through the eyes of a new character for a little while.
Later all.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Weekend Blither
Excellent parking lot session this morning. Was also able to work on the book while my fella took our little guy for a hair cut. During his nap I worked on the blog post for Liquid Silver. So I'm in pretty good shape for the day.
Still have work to do this weekend. Namely:
-Floors (lovely)
-Bathrooms
-Finish laundry
-Organize the little guy's toys into those that will stay and those that are too young for him now. The toys that fall into the second category will be donated.
-Finish putting fall/winter clothing away to make more room in the closet for summer clothes.
Of course, working on the book is in there as well.
It's hot outside. Blech. Not liking it. At least there is a breeze now, though.
We'll try to take a ride somewhere this weekend, just to get out and do something. Did consider taking the little guy to the drive-in, as the third Shrek movie is playing and I think he'd enjoy it, but Jeff says that this will be the busiest weekend for the drive-in. It'll be jammed.
I love the drive-in though. Haven't been since the little guy was born.
Off to read while Jeff has the bean for a bit.
Still have work to do this weekend. Namely:
-Floors (lovely)
-Bathrooms
-Finish laundry
-Organize the little guy's toys into those that will stay and those that are too young for him now. The toys that fall into the second category will be donated.
-Finish putting fall/winter clothing away to make more room in the closet for summer clothes.
Of course, working on the book is in there as well.
It's hot outside. Blech. Not liking it. At least there is a breeze now, though.
We'll try to take a ride somewhere this weekend, just to get out and do something. Did consider taking the little guy to the drive-in, as the third Shrek movie is playing and I think he'd enjoy it, but Jeff says that this will be the busiest weekend for the drive-in. It'll be jammed.
I love the drive-in though. Haven't been since the little guy was born.
Off to read while Jeff has the bean for a bit.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Long Ramble
My head is deep in A Sudden Frost, and I've been very philosophical of late, about people. What makes us human. The differences between us, and the similarities. My books and stories are always populated by some pretty shady people, and sometimes what is most disturbing is the realization that what makes some of the most horrible people so alarming to us is their similarity to "normal", "regular" people.
Terrible people do good things. Good people do terrible things. We've all done or said things which leave us quivering and bewildered with ourselves, thinking, "I can't believe I did that." Or "I can't believe I said that."
How many times have to you read a newspaper article or seen a story on the evening news about somebody who was a seemingly wonderful person in so many ways doing something shocking and, in the eyes of their friends and loved ones, completely out of character? They had no idea. Did the subject of these stories have any idea what they were capable of before they engaged in the behavior which makes onlookers of their public downfall cringe?
Seems like we see and hear of it each and every day. What does this say about us? Are we fooling ourselves, thinking we are safe from such alienation because we'd never do something like that? Are we sure? Sitting in our living rooms, on our nice, comfy sofas, or driving in our cars, we feel distant from the subject of public punishment. We shake our heads and think, "what an idiot."
But did that person, who is now in the public eye, really so different from us? I think maybe not, in so many ways. I think that if we sit in disgusted, morally righteous judgement so easily, it's possible we may be setting ourselves up for a fall one day.
We are all weak. We all have faults. Under the right circumstances we are all capable of things we'd never dream we'd be capable of.
I can't purposely hurt somebody without being extremely provoked and backed into a corner. A situation in which I have to fight back.
But casually hurt somebody? Or hurt someone to feel powerful? No. Never. I can't stand to see someone hurt. It makes me feel terrible. My first reaction is to want to ease pain. Not to cause it.
I hope to never cause pain even inadvertently. Even the thought of it causes me distress.
But think about it. How many times have you thought, "Oh, I'd never do that." Really? Are you really certain of that? Depending on what that something is, have you really thought about it?
Have you ever stayed away from something because you were afraid you'd like it too much? I have. I've been successful and I've failed in these struggles. Is it all about willpower? I don't know. But say that a few of those things were dangerous. The consequences of indulging in that something potentially as terrible as it is rewarding.
This is what I'm talking about.
Of course there are things we'd never do. It doesn't fit into our moral and ethical code. But some things you think you'd never do, you may be shocked to find yourself doing one day. For reasons you can't even unearth within yourself. Or maybe you don't want to.
Like I said. I'm being philosophical. My protagonist is going through a kind of moral and ethical crisis. She thought she knew who she was, but something tragic happened to her recently, which leaves her questioning many things about herself which she had, until this occurrence, believed to be true.
Her faith in herself has suddenly been shaken, and in order to cope, she's turned to some self-destructive behavior. Behavior, which in all its danger and potential for damage, is somehow cleansing to her.
Cleansing in the same way fire is, burning and destroying a lifetime of self-assumptions. But once all is destroyed, perhaps she can start fresh. A clean slate. The core of who she is still intact. A basically good person. A reasonable, logical, caring person who went through a bad patch and survived. Who is stronger for it. Wiser? Maybe. One hopes.
I'm in the thick of the story and it's difficult to tear my mind from it. So if this post is too heavy, I apologize. I really had nothing else to blog about, except for what's in my mind right now.
Off to read and get my mind in somebody Else's story now! Get out of mine for a little while. Over and out.
Terrible people do good things. Good people do terrible things. We've all done or said things which leave us quivering and bewildered with ourselves, thinking, "I can't believe I did that." Or "I can't believe I said that."
How many times have to you read a newspaper article or seen a story on the evening news about somebody who was a seemingly wonderful person in so many ways doing something shocking and, in the eyes of their friends and loved ones, completely out of character? They had no idea. Did the subject of these stories have any idea what they were capable of before they engaged in the behavior which makes onlookers of their public downfall cringe?
Seems like we see and hear of it each and every day. What does this say about us? Are we fooling ourselves, thinking we are safe from such alienation because we'd never do something like that? Are we sure? Sitting in our living rooms, on our nice, comfy sofas, or driving in our cars, we feel distant from the subject of public punishment. We shake our heads and think, "what an idiot."
But did that person, who is now in the public eye, really so different from us? I think maybe not, in so many ways. I think that if we sit in disgusted, morally righteous judgement so easily, it's possible we may be setting ourselves up for a fall one day.
We are all weak. We all have faults. Under the right circumstances we are all capable of things we'd never dream we'd be capable of.
I can't purposely hurt somebody without being extremely provoked and backed into a corner. A situation in which I have to fight back.
But casually hurt somebody? Or hurt someone to feel powerful? No. Never. I can't stand to see someone hurt. It makes me feel terrible. My first reaction is to want to ease pain. Not to cause it.
I hope to never cause pain even inadvertently. Even the thought of it causes me distress.
But think about it. How many times have you thought, "Oh, I'd never do that." Really? Are you really certain of that? Depending on what that something is, have you really thought about it?
Have you ever stayed away from something because you were afraid you'd like it too much? I have. I've been successful and I've failed in these struggles. Is it all about willpower? I don't know. But say that a few of those things were dangerous. The consequences of indulging in that something potentially as terrible as it is rewarding.
This is what I'm talking about.
Of course there are things we'd never do. It doesn't fit into our moral and ethical code. But some things you think you'd never do, you may be shocked to find yourself doing one day. For reasons you can't even unearth within yourself. Or maybe you don't want to.
Like I said. I'm being philosophical. My protagonist is going through a kind of moral and ethical crisis. She thought she knew who she was, but something tragic happened to her recently, which leaves her questioning many things about herself which she had, until this occurrence, believed to be true.
Her faith in herself has suddenly been shaken, and in order to cope, she's turned to some self-destructive behavior. Behavior, which in all its danger and potential for damage, is somehow cleansing to her.
Cleansing in the same way fire is, burning and destroying a lifetime of self-assumptions. But once all is destroyed, perhaps she can start fresh. A clean slate. The core of who she is still intact. A basically good person. A reasonable, logical, caring person who went through a bad patch and survived. Who is stronger for it. Wiser? Maybe. One hopes.
I'm in the thick of the story and it's difficult to tear my mind from it. So if this post is too heavy, I apologize. I really had nothing else to blog about, except for what's in my mind right now.
Off to read and get my mind in somebody Else's story now! Get out of mine for a little while. Over and out.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Dark Oracle and other Stuff.
Hey all. Time sure flies when you don't have a lot of it. Man.
Been doing research for a Liquid Silver Blog entry which is due June 4rth. I admit I'm a research geek. Always have been. I was the weird kid who loved writing essays and term papers. I love doing the research. Anyway, the subject is kind of neat and I've discovered some cool stuff, I think. But you'll have to stay tuned ;)
It's hotter than hell here in Upstate NY. They were calling for 91 degrees and I haven't checked but I'm certain it hit at least all of that. Those of you who've been haunting this blog for a while know that I don't do well in hot, humid weather. Yuck! But then, I don't like freezing either. I guess I'd rather this.
A friend asked me how A Sudden Frost is going today. I've been letting the book sit and percolate a little. I need to get a bit of perspective. Happens when I'm so close to the book that I lose sight of what's good and what sucks. So I've stepped away for . . . this is going on the second week. Good thing I have the Liquid Silver blog entry to work on.
But it's the long weekend coming up. Hoping to get some good progress done on the book then. I also have floors to do and other odds and ends around the house, as well as the regular weekend cleaning stuff. I'm still reading Laura's book Embers, which is AWESOME! I'm a slow reader because I read before bed and I only get a few pages in before I konk out. But the book rocks.
AND! Yesterday I got her new release Dark Oracle in the mail!! Thank you, Laura! It's written under her pen name Alayna Williams. I can't wait to read it! Woohoo!
Laura is the kind of writer that is so enjoyable to read that you're torn between wanting to keep turning the pages because the story is so good, and not wanting the book to end, for the same reason. It's a strange feeling, and only a few writers get me feeling that way about a book.
That's it for me. Gotta get to bed. 5:15 work out tomorrow in the a.m. Night all!
Before I go though, check out the cover for Dark Oracle. Niiiiiice. Sooooo peeeeerty.
Been doing research for a Liquid Silver Blog entry which is due June 4rth. I admit I'm a research geek. Always have been. I was the weird kid who loved writing essays and term papers. I love doing the research. Anyway, the subject is kind of neat and I've discovered some cool stuff, I think. But you'll have to stay tuned ;)
It's hotter than hell here in Upstate NY. They were calling for 91 degrees and I haven't checked but I'm certain it hit at least all of that. Those of you who've been haunting this blog for a while know that I don't do well in hot, humid weather. Yuck! But then, I don't like freezing either. I guess I'd rather this.
A friend asked me how A Sudden Frost is going today. I've been letting the book sit and percolate a little. I need to get a bit of perspective. Happens when I'm so close to the book that I lose sight of what's good and what sucks. So I've stepped away for . . . this is going on the second week. Good thing I have the Liquid Silver blog entry to work on.
But it's the long weekend coming up. Hoping to get some good progress done on the book then. I also have floors to do and other odds and ends around the house, as well as the regular weekend cleaning stuff. I'm still reading Laura's book Embers, which is AWESOME! I'm a slow reader because I read before bed and I only get a few pages in before I konk out. But the book rocks.
AND! Yesterday I got her new release Dark Oracle in the mail!! Thank you, Laura! It's written under her pen name Alayna Williams. I can't wait to read it! Woohoo!
Laura is the kind of writer that is so enjoyable to read that you're torn between wanting to keep turning the pages because the story is so good, and not wanting the book to end, for the same reason. It's a strange feeling, and only a few writers get me feeling that way about a book.
That's it for me. Gotta get to bed. 5:15 work out tomorrow in the a.m. Night all!
Before I go though, check out the cover for Dark Oracle. Niiiiiice. Sooooo peeeeerty.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Saturday Blitherings
Out with the girls last night. Very cool. But by the time we shared an appetizer I was so full I could only eat a few bites of my dinner. My beer was awesome. I had the waitress choose for me. I just told her that I wanted something with a bite and she came back with a glass of heaven. Mmmmm. Dark and strong, but not too much so. It was perfect.
The other girls went for a couple of drinks elsewhere, but I couldn't wait to see my little bean. He was still awake at 8:15 so I had to get him out of bed and play with him a little bit. He was standing up in his crib when I came in the door, and calling to me. What's a mother to do?
Didn't sleep much last night. Too hot and we don't have the air conditioners in yet. But it was gorgeous outside this morning. Lovely breeze. Perfect to play with the little guy in the yard.
I'm really sleepy, so I'm going to actually try to nap so I have energy to play with him this afternoon.
Later all. Enjoy your Saturday!
The other girls went for a couple of drinks elsewhere, but I couldn't wait to see my little bean. He was still awake at 8:15 so I had to get him out of bed and play with him a little bit. He was standing up in his crib when I came in the door, and calling to me. What's a mother to do?
Didn't sleep much last night. Too hot and we don't have the air conditioners in yet. But it was gorgeous outside this morning. Lovely breeze. Perfect to play with the little guy in the yard.
I'm really sleepy, so I'm going to actually try to nap so I have energy to play with him this afternoon.
Later all. Enjoy your Saturday!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Stuff
Went to a birthday party for my fella's sister, who is an absolute sweetheart. Actually, his entire family are sweethearts, and her husband makes a mean wine spritzer. I love wine spritzers. He made me a pretty big one, so I sipped it for the entire three hours we were there.
Craaaaazy day today. Actually, the last three days. This is very good, as you all know I love to be busy, and it's good for the company to be busy. I just can't believe how fast the days go by. It's stunning, really. Wow.
I'm watching Criminal Minds, one of my favorite shows. It's amazing how many different looks the character of Reid has gone through. He's my favorite character on the show. I love high intellect. But they started out with him just being a bit of an odd genius, then made him ultra nerdy, then changed him to very chiq, and now he's got a touseled, sexy hairstyle and sharp clothing. He's the only character on that program that has gone through so many changes. I wonder why. See what I mean?
Craaaaazy day today. Actually, the last three days. This is very good, as you all know I love to be busy, and it's good for the company to be busy. I just can't believe how fast the days go by. It's stunning, really. Wow.
I'm watching Criminal Minds, one of my favorite shows. It's amazing how many different looks the character of Reid has gone through. He's my favorite character on the show. I love high intellect. But they started out with him just being a bit of an odd genius, then made him ultra nerdy, then changed him to very chiq, and now he's got a touseled, sexy hairstyle and sharp clothing. He's the only character on that program that has gone through so many changes. I wonder why. See what I mean?
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Love and Jealousy
I'm in my head tonight, folks. Nestled comfortably in a particularly favorite corner, warm and comfortable, and I don't really want to move out of that space.
So I've got nothin' for you. Except maybe one thing. A sentence that has been making an appearance in my mind since I read it on Marjorie's blog. I went back to it tonight. She's right. The idea that love and jealousy are almost the same word.
I'm not talking about insane, obsessive jealousy. I'm talking about a healthy dose of it when you love somebody. I don't know anyone who truly loves somebody that would like to share them with somebody else.
I remember very clearly the way I felt when somebody I was supposedly in a serious relationship with said that he was fine with me seeing other people because he wanted me to be happy. I thought it was a strange thing to say to somebody you love. I felt right off that he didn't really care about me. If he had, then how could he so nonchalantly be so willing to share me with other men?
I didn't stick around. But found out later it was because he wanted to be happy, with other women. So that explained it. I was glad to be out of the harem I hadn't even realized I was a part of. I'm not the harem type. I need to feel special in a relationship.
This was many moons ago. But I still remember feeling like I wasn't worth much to him if he didn't care if I saw other men.
I don't think this makes a person possessive. I'm the least possessive or jealous person I know. But I have experienced twinges of jealousy. Who hasn't? Not if you actually care about somebody.
Anyway, this concept struck me. I've been mulling it over. I'm sure it'll end up being part of a book. Love and jealousy almost being the same word.
It's true.
Guess I had more to say than I thought.
Okay, back to my comfy corner. I'm sleeeeeepy. I want to snuggle in under my quilts.
Over and out.
So I've got nothin' for you. Except maybe one thing. A sentence that has been making an appearance in my mind since I read it on Marjorie's blog. I went back to it tonight. She's right. The idea that love and jealousy are almost the same word.
I'm not talking about insane, obsessive jealousy. I'm talking about a healthy dose of it when you love somebody. I don't know anyone who truly loves somebody that would like to share them with somebody else.
I remember very clearly the way I felt when somebody I was supposedly in a serious relationship with said that he was fine with me seeing other people because he wanted me to be happy. I thought it was a strange thing to say to somebody you love. I felt right off that he didn't really care about me. If he had, then how could he so nonchalantly be so willing to share me with other men?
I didn't stick around. But found out later it was because he wanted to be happy, with other women. So that explained it. I was glad to be out of the harem I hadn't even realized I was a part of. I'm not the harem type. I need to feel special in a relationship.
This was many moons ago. But I still remember feeling like I wasn't worth much to him if he didn't care if I saw other men.
I don't think this makes a person possessive. I'm the least possessive or jealous person I know. But I have experienced twinges of jealousy. Who hasn't? Not if you actually care about somebody.
Anyway, this concept struck me. I've been mulling it over. I'm sure it'll end up being part of a book. Love and jealousy almost being the same word.
It's true.
Guess I had more to say than I thought.
Okay, back to my comfy corner. I'm sleeeeeepy. I want to snuggle in under my quilts.
Over and out.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Yikes!
Just had a nice little adventure with a giant freakin' wasp. I hate those little bastards. I'm allergic to bees and wasps. Never used to be afraid of them until I got stung and swelled up like a balloon.
I waited until it sat on the light fixture for a second, then sprayed the hell out of it with Scrubbing Bubbles. The last time I did this, to the wasp that stung me, twice, incidentally, the wasp dropped like a stone. This one? Ooooh noooo. It started doing slow, low circles around the kitchen. Lovely.
So I took off into the bathroom and shut the door, can of scrubbing bubbles gripped tightly in one hand. My little guy was scared because his door was shut (I didn't want the wasp to get in there), so I slooooowly opened the door a few inches, peeked out, made sure the coast was clear, then ran into my room and snagged the phone before darting across the hall to my little guy's room.
I called my fella and told him we were holed up in the bean's room. He said to wait until he got home and he'd slay the wasp for me. So the bean and I waited, listening for sounds of daddy coming home. I wasn't at all happy at the fact that I was cowering in a room from a friggin' wasp. This sucked. Large. I glowered at the closed door, Scrubbing Bubbles still grasped in my hand. I wasn't letting go of that can for nothin'.
The bean thought it was a riot. He kept telling me that the bee was going to bite me in the eye, and then giggling hysterically. He is a boy through and through.
So the bean and I waited for daddy to come home and listened to the racket in the kitchen. You'd swear he was killing a moose out there. Eventually the noise died down and we heard Jeff's footfalls coming down the hall. I breathed a sigh of relief. He'd killed the little bastard! The wasp was dead! I could breathe again.
But no. The wasp was missing. The noise was from Jeff knocking things around trying to scare the little bugger out from its hiding spot. Didn't work. But I bet any other little critters that may be hanging around are shaking in their boots.
So it's still missing. Have no idea where it is. Awesome.
I'm just hoping it found a spot to die and is dead as a doornail right now.
*Sigh* Not good.
I waited until it sat on the light fixture for a second, then sprayed the hell out of it with Scrubbing Bubbles. The last time I did this, to the wasp that stung me, twice, incidentally, the wasp dropped like a stone. This one? Ooooh noooo. It started doing slow, low circles around the kitchen. Lovely.
So I took off into the bathroom and shut the door, can of scrubbing bubbles gripped tightly in one hand. My little guy was scared because his door was shut (I didn't want the wasp to get in there), so I slooooowly opened the door a few inches, peeked out, made sure the coast was clear, then ran into my room and snagged the phone before darting across the hall to my little guy's room.
I called my fella and told him we were holed up in the bean's room. He said to wait until he got home and he'd slay the wasp for me. So the bean and I waited, listening for sounds of daddy coming home. I wasn't at all happy at the fact that I was cowering in a room from a friggin' wasp. This sucked. Large. I glowered at the closed door, Scrubbing Bubbles still grasped in my hand. I wasn't letting go of that can for nothin'.
The bean thought it was a riot. He kept telling me that the bee was going to bite me in the eye, and then giggling hysterically. He is a boy through and through.
So the bean and I waited for daddy to come home and listened to the racket in the kitchen. You'd swear he was killing a moose out there. Eventually the noise died down and we heard Jeff's footfalls coming down the hall. I breathed a sigh of relief. He'd killed the little bastard! The wasp was dead! I could breathe again.
But no. The wasp was missing. The noise was from Jeff knocking things around trying to scare the little bugger out from its hiding spot. Didn't work. But I bet any other little critters that may be hanging around are shaking in their boots.
So it's still missing. Have no idea where it is. Awesome.
I'm just hoping it found a spot to die and is dead as a doornail right now.
*Sigh* Not good.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
New Playlist and Stephen King
New Playlist up.
Here's a cool bit about Stephen King, who I will love forever. His books got me through some really bad times growing up, and he has my undying loyalty and gratitude. I read Carrie at age 12 and fell in love with him.
He's incredibly versatile, can really write anything amazingly well (think Shawshank Redemption and Stand By Me), and has an incredible insight into what people are really like. Details and nuances that many people miss. He's fucking awesome and I love him.
I really wish I could find youtube videos of a documentary of Stephen King that I saw back in 2004 I think it was. Maybe 2005. That documentary was excellent, and really gave you a view of what he's like. I saw a sensitive, sweet man who has struggled with demons and issues like we all have. I'll keep looking for it.
This video is like one of those old dubbed Japanese movies. The sound is off. But it's still a good.
Here's a cool bit about Stephen King, who I will love forever. His books got me through some really bad times growing up, and he has my undying loyalty and gratitude. I read Carrie at age 12 and fell in love with him.
He's incredibly versatile, can really write anything amazingly well (think Shawshank Redemption and Stand By Me), and has an incredible insight into what people are really like. Details and nuances that many people miss. He's fucking awesome and I love him.
I really wish I could find youtube videos of a documentary of Stephen King that I saw back in 2004 I think it was. Maybe 2005. That documentary was excellent, and really gave you a view of what he's like. I saw a sensitive, sweet man who has struggled with demons and issues like we all have. I'll keep looking for it.
This video is like one of those old dubbed Japanese movies. The sound is off. But it's still a good.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
This 'N That
Cold and rainy today. I actually had to run downstairs, go into a closet, into a bin, into a sealed bag, and dig out a turtleneck sweater because I'm freezing. Haven't been able to warm up since the temps dropped around these parts. Been sneezing like crazy. Something out there is kickin' my ass. Serious allergies. But I'm popping the allergy drugs.
Sean Ferrell has an excellent post about his writing process. Good stuff. I hear the voices too. So I know what he's talking about.
Borders has a new ereader out which is pretty affordable. Niiiiice. I think I'll lust after this one now instead of the Kindle.
I'm draggin' today. Just that kind of day.
Sean Ferrell has an excellent post about his writing process. Good stuff. I hear the voices too. So I know what he's talking about.
Borders has a new ereader out which is pretty affordable. Niiiiice. I think I'll lust after this one now instead of the Kindle.
I'm draggin' today. Just that kind of day.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Just Stuff
Not much to say this Monday night. Kind of shot. Busy as hell day, and I wouldn't have it any other way, really. I really like Mondays because they are insanely busy. It's soothing to me to not have room in my head to think of much else but the work I'm currently doing. Or other tasks I have to do for the day. This kind of wild business is therapeutic in the way that a vacation might be for others.
I know, this sounds really bizarre. And don't get me wrong, because I'd love nothing better some days than to sit by the water somewhere with a fruity drink and a book all day. But having no room in my head to ruminate, or think of the book I'm working on, is good for me. Most days I am thinking of the current work in progress. It's nice to have a bit of a break from it.
Mondays and most Tuesdays are like that for me. Tuesdays are often even busier, because we have the fall-out from Monday so it's catch up time. So because it's so crazy at work, I don't have room for current work in progress thought. We're slammed on those days. Higher likelyhood for error so we all need to stay frosty and alert. I'm aware of this so I give myself permission not to think of the book.
Anyway, I'm tired now and probably not making much sense, so I'll point you to two blog posts I think are awesome. Check out Justine Musk's post on branding. She has several, but this is the latest one. Very, very good.
Also check out Nathan Bransford's post about voice. This is a topic which is rarely discussed and he does so with his usual class and finesse. I love this guy. Have I said that? Cuz if I have, I'll say it again. I love this guy. He is so sharp.
And have a good night, all. I'm off.
I know, this sounds really bizarre. And don't get me wrong, because I'd love nothing better some days than to sit by the water somewhere with a fruity drink and a book all day. But having no room in my head to ruminate, or think of the book I'm working on, is good for me. Most days I am thinking of the current work in progress. It's nice to have a bit of a break from it.
Mondays and most Tuesdays are like that for me. Tuesdays are often even busier, because we have the fall-out from Monday so it's catch up time. So because it's so crazy at work, I don't have room for current work in progress thought. We're slammed on those days. Higher likelyhood for error so we all need to stay frosty and alert. I'm aware of this so I give myself permission not to think of the book.
Anyway, I'm tired now and probably not making much sense, so I'll point you to two blog posts I think are awesome. Check out Justine Musk's post on branding. She has several, but this is the latest one. Very, very good.
Also check out Nathan Bransford's post about voice. This is a topic which is rarely discussed and he does so with his usual class and finesse. I love this guy. Have I said that? Cuz if I have, I'll say it again. I love this guy. He is so sharp.
And have a good night, all. I'm off.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Happy Mother's Day!
Happy Mother's Day all you moms out there! My fella got up with our little one at 6 a.m, which was nice because I could actually wake up for a few minutes before falling out of bed and staggering around. When I staggering into the kitchen I was greeted by two Mother's Day cards, one from Benji and one from my fella, laying on top of a really cool carrying case for my bigger laptop. Waaaaay cool. My fella knows what I like.
Went to breakfast where I had an out of this world Belgian waffle. I love diners. LOVE. THEM. My little guy flirted with the waitress, already trying to impress her with his race cars. I guess it starts early! She acted very impressed and told him he was handsome. Which he is. And already he has the mischievous grin that will break the hearts of all women who fall under its spell.
I then had an awesome parking lot writing session. My little guy is even napping for me right now so I'm going back to Frost.
I heard this song just as I was choosing a good parking spot to write in, and was struck by the sound of it. I really like it, and love Hayley Williams of Paramour's voice. The song was written by Marshall Mathers, better known as Eminem, and Hayley Williams, and sung by Williams and B.O.B. I think it's a modern gem.
For some reason this blog template cuts off part of the frame of videos, so if you really want to know the lyrics here is the video on the youtube site. I always want to know the lyrics.
If you just want to hear the song, I couldn't find the official video, here is the song with Lyrics:
Went to breakfast where I had an out of this world Belgian waffle. I love diners. LOVE. THEM. My little guy flirted with the waitress, already trying to impress her with his race cars. I guess it starts early! She acted very impressed and told him he was handsome. Which he is. And already he has the mischievous grin that will break the hearts of all women who fall under its spell.
I then had an awesome parking lot writing session. My little guy is even napping for me right now so I'm going back to Frost.
I heard this song just as I was choosing a good parking spot to write in, and was struck by the sound of it. I really like it, and love Hayley Williams of Paramour's voice. The song was written by Marshall Mathers, better known as Eminem, and Hayley Williams, and sung by Williams and B.O.B. I think it's a modern gem.
For some reason this blog template cuts off part of the frame of videos, so if you really want to know the lyrics here is the video on the youtube site. I always want to know the lyrics.
If you just want to hear the song, I couldn't find the official video, here is the song with Lyrics:
Friday, May 07, 2010
Friday
Crazy day. I had the day off and it was supposed to be a calm, productive day off, but it turned out to be a little nuts. I did get some work done and some research done, which is great. But got some sad news that knocked me on my butt today and so I'm a little off.
But it was a gorgeous day, and I did get to sit at my kitchen table and gaze out the window at the sunshine while I was working on Frost. Got some things done around the house that I won't have to worry about the rest of the weekend, which is nice.
I'm reaching the stage of the book where I'm realizing that pretty soon I'll actually have to let it go and call 'er done. Not until I write a few more scenes and do another polishing pass, but soon. It's a good feeling, and a sad feeling too, because I've spent a good chunk of time focused on this story and the characters. Letting the story go is both a relief and almost an empty nest type feeling.
I'll need to take a bit of time away from the writing to clear my mind, then get back to The Collectors, assuming those characters will still even talk to me, since I so abruptly abandoned them for the shiny new Leah Ryan story. Maybe they will find it in their hearts to forgive me. Maybe absence will make their hearts fonder. We shall see. If not, I'll have to begin something new.
My eyes are closing and I'm shot, so I'm crawling into bed. Tomorrow is a new day.
But it was a gorgeous day, and I did get to sit at my kitchen table and gaze out the window at the sunshine while I was working on Frost. Got some things done around the house that I won't have to worry about the rest of the weekend, which is nice.
I'm reaching the stage of the book where I'm realizing that pretty soon I'll actually have to let it go and call 'er done. Not until I write a few more scenes and do another polishing pass, but soon. It's a good feeling, and a sad feeling too, because I've spent a good chunk of time focused on this story and the characters. Letting the story go is both a relief and almost an empty nest type feeling.
I'll need to take a bit of time away from the writing to clear my mind, then get back to The Collectors, assuming those characters will still even talk to me, since I so abruptly abandoned them for the shiny new Leah Ryan story. Maybe they will find it in their hearts to forgive me. Maybe absence will make their hearts fonder. We shall see. If not, I'll have to begin something new.
My eyes are closing and I'm shot, so I'm crawling into bed. Tomorrow is a new day.
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Creepy Movie
Okay, this is one of my favorite movies. I love it. I was flipping through channels last night and came across Kalifornia. Brad Pitt is sooooooo spooky and believable in this movie. So creepy and I totally buy it.
When Michelle Forbes flashed on the screen my little guy pointed and said, "Mommy!" It didn't occur to me that I have the same hairstyle hehe. Good thing it's one of those classic cuts that never goes out of style or I'd be in trouble. Had to change the channel because my little guy was up and it's not appropriate for kids.
Anyway, here is the movie trailer. Not for the faint of heart, but a hell of a ride and so well done.
When Michelle Forbes flashed on the screen my little guy pointed and said, "Mommy!" It didn't occur to me that I have the same hairstyle hehe. Good thing it's one of those classic cuts that never goes out of style or I'd be in trouble. Had to change the channel because my little guy was up and it's not appropriate for kids.
Anyway, here is the movie trailer. Not for the faint of heart, but a hell of a ride and so well done.
Monday, May 03, 2010
Embers to David
Hey David, I know it's a big surprise, but you won the free copy of Embers! My goodness, I have shy, silent lurkers.
David, I'll send this off to you today. I have your address handy. Thanks for commenting!
I got some work done on Frost this weekend, so that's good. But it was soooooo hot. Ugh! Yuck. That hot, humid kind of weather kicks my butt, and I whine about it every year.
Watched The Lovely Bones on Saturday night. Great flick. They stayed pretty true to the book. Really enjoyed it.
Back to work for me today. I hope you all had a good weekend!
David, I'll send this off to you today. I have your address handy. Thanks for commenting!
I got some work done on Frost this weekend, so that's good. But it was soooooo hot. Ugh! Yuck. That hot, humid kind of weather kicks my butt, and I whine about it every year.
Watched The Lovely Bones on Saturday night. Great flick. They stayed pretty true to the book. Really enjoyed it.
Back to work for me today. I hope you all had a good weekend!
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