Friday, February 29, 2008
You know, I have yet to talk to anyone I know who isn't sick. My son's teacher was sick, and just got better this week; my parents are sick, to the point my father actually took a day off.
Prepare for the apocalypse. Hell hath frozen over.
My voice is mostly back, but so is the fever. Yay. Added to the fact that I made a mistake in my current WIP that requires rethinking some things (no worries, Dusty's helping me figure it out), and it looks like I'm taking another day off.
Dare I say it again?
Yes. Yes, I do.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Yesterday I sounded like Roz from Monsters Inc. Today I'm power-whispering. The kids are thinking of declaring it a national holiday: Mom Can't Yell Day.
When I say this sucks.... well, okay, I can't say that. But I can whisper it.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Needless to say, the next two days are probably a wash. Yesterday I played around with getting my ARC ready for Lulu; today I just threw my hands up in the air and said, "The heck with it. I sound like Roz from Monsters, Inc. I'm resting today."
Dusty could actually hear my coughing while he was in the basement and I was in the family room. He came upstairs and asked me if I wanted to take Robitussin. I started to say no, but he was already in the medicine cabinet checking the label. I drank it with a smile, because he called my older son into the room to witness my reluctance to "take my medicine". Smart, sneaky bastard.
So, I'm curled up under a blanket, pretending I actually worked today when all I did was order some ARCs from Lulu.com of Wallflower.
On a brighter note, today was release day from Samhain, and one of the books I was waiting for came out. I picked up Untamed Heart by Ally Blue, and while I was at it, Into the Mist by Maya Banks. I've finished Untamed Heart (I'm a fast reader), but haven't started Into the Mist yet.
I liked Untamed Heart, but, sick as I am I don't feel right putting my thoughts down on it. Let me come out of the drug haze, and I'll post my thoughts on it. And I'll do Into the Mist at the same time.
Friday, February 22, 2008
I adore Project Runway. I sit there on the floor, folding my laundry (no joke), and wondering what the hell the judges are seeing that I'm not. Because usually they pick a winner that leaves me going, "Huh? WTF? But... didn't you see that other outfit?"
Project Runway is the only reality TV that I watch (although, I have to admit, recently I've been feeling myself getting sucked into Make Me A Supermodel... Damn you, BravoTV! I actually voted to save Ben last night). I have watched the reunion show three times now, and I have a few things to say:
1) I'm not entirely sure why everyone thought the reunion show was boring. Admittedly, no wine was spilled, no one was really dissed, and Heidi's bangs made her look like a sheepdog, but, still. I thought it was kinda nice that most, if not all, the designers treated each other with respect. To me, it was refreshing to see (would-be) professionals acting... professional.
2) Ricky. OH, sigh, little Ricky. I actually like Ricky. He's not over the top (design wise, anyway), and it seems to me he's got some learning to do, but looking at the It's Sew Not Over challenge, I think he's got potential. I love love love his red swing dress, and voted for him on that basis alone. Damn thing moved like a dream. It was the only outfit out of all the ones I saw that made me think, "Damn. I want that dress!" I thought putting his hats on his models was a "signature move", something to distinguish himself from the others. (And Christian, honey? Lose. The. Prints! I had to bleach my eyeballs afterwards to remove the stains.)
3) Is it just me, or were Rami and Chris really... um... close? Exactly how much closer did that last challenge bring you, again?
Oh, well! Two more weeks and I'll know!
For those of you who are fans of PR, check out this site: Project Rungay. I run to the computer Thursday mornings just to see what TLo had to say about the show. I usually laugh so hard I wind up choking on my morning tea.
Okay, back to our regularly scheduled writer's block.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
I'm finally done edits on The Wallflower, and I have to say the process was a lot less painful than I thought it would be. And today, I got to pick what excerpt goes up on the Samhain site! Yay!
I've posted an excerpt here on my website; enjoy!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
I'm trying to stick to a schedule of writing a blog post once a week. That day of the week tends to change as I think of what I want to write, but sometimes... it's a stretch.
This week, nothing is coming to me. Not on the two manuscripts I'm working on, and nothing for my blog, either. Totally and completely stumped. Heck, I'm having trouble fixing one phrase that's wrong!
So I'm working on the FLE (Final Line Edit) on Wallflower and reading a few ebooks to refresh myself. It happens sometimes, especially after pushing myself so hard to get Sweet Dreams (formerly Beta Testing) out the door before the spring thaw. Add in the fact that I'm working on a collaboration with one person and something for the Menage anthology (I've never done a menage before but I've read enough to think I can do it), and neither has anything to do with werecats...
I think my brain has exploded. I warned you all it would some day.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I have plans to put some gifts into the Samhain basket for the RT Convention in Pittsburgh this year. For the paranormal gift basket, I'm putting in some jasmine incense and a small incense burner; for the large basket, I'm sending in beautiful sterling silver tiger's eye drop earrings that I lust over and plan on ordering for myself.
So I bought the incense burner today, and it came in a lovely silver tube that I thought, "Gee, I bet I could make something with this!"
So I took off the gluey logo paper that was on the front. Too bad I couldn't get the glue itself off.
I have textured cardstock paper from one of my eldest's school projects! Let's wrap it in that!
Okay, that worked. Mostly. It stuck to the tube, I can tell you that!
So I finish wrapping the lovely silver and glue tube with the lovely black paper, and realize two things:
1) The edges of the black paper are stark white, which looks pretty crappy;
2) On the evenness scale of 1-10? I hit about an 8. Slightly off center.
I'll unwrap a christmas bow and viola! Instant ribbon!
Unfortunately it looked like it had been attacked by my cats, but hey! I can make it work! Right?
I finished my lovely ribbon edges and realized two things:
1) I could still see the white edges down the long side of the paper, because the ribbon only covered top and bottom;
2) It looks kinda like a pipe bomb.
I can fix (part of) that!
Black magic marker along that white edge, and viola! It blends.
Unfortunately, I nicked the rest of the paper in three spots. Shiny black magic marker spots on matte black textured paper.
Dusty peeked over my shoulder and said. "What is that? A pipe bomb?" Then Dusty got that LIGHTBULB! look on his face and added, "Why don't you drill a hole in the top and have one of the incense sticks sticking out, then it will really look real!"
Needless to say, the pipe-bomb-incense-thingy will NOT be making an appearance at RT this year...
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Remind me to always follow my instincts when it comes to my writing. I had a different idea in mind when I first wrote Beta Testing, but I thought I couldn't work it out due to different things that I had planned for future stories. After discussing it with Dusty (and a false start on the new direction that took me a little bit to shake off) I decided to go back to the original idea after Angie offered me a revise and resubmit.
So I turned in the revised Beta Testing yesterday, only it's not called Beta Testing anymore. It's called Sweet Dreams. I'm hoping the new direction I took with the story works out. If not, then
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
I don't like fruit in my cottage cheese.
I have a bull terrier mixed breed (i.e., "mutt") named Precious. We got her at the pound when she was about a year and a half old. She was found wandering the road, and someone brought her in. She'd obviously had puppies, and was fond of people. All of the ASPCA people loved her.
She sat in a cage for three months before we got her, because her face looks too much like a pit bull's.
She's sweet, friendly, kind, allows my kids to climb all over her and hug her whenever they want. All she does is sigh and look at me like, "Puppies. They're the same no matter the species."
Isn't she sweet?But, considering what I know Precious is capable of, why was she in the pound for three months? Her escape artist skills are incredible!
We have to keep her on a nice, long leash when she goes into our back yard, or she gets into the neighbor's yard. She'll dig under the fence until the hole is big enough and she gets to go exploring. She actually broke a peice of fence off to get out.
So we put her on the leash. She can almost reach the fence, which is great for chasing squirlies and bunnies, but can't get out.
Or so we thought.
She manages to somehow, without opposable thumbs, unhook the leash from her collar and take off happily into the sunset (which, thank God, usually isn't that far). When she's not somehow removing her leash, she's tying intricate knots in it that requre we crawl under the deck, cursing under our breaths, and wondering how the hell an animal without hands can tie something like that.
Let me show you:
We've managed to solve (we hope!) the leash off the collar thing. Now we have to figure out how to solve the Incredible Knot-Tying Trick she seems to have learned.
How many times did she have to jump over the leash to twist it up like that?
I'm telling you. Houdini.