Friday, February 27, 2009

It Sneaks Up On You

I just realized it's Friday. I've been lounging around in my PJs watching videos on youtube with Mini and had no clue today was errand day until I glanced over and saw hubby's paycheck sitting on my desk. Glad I saw it when I did! Our bank isn't open on weekends.

So I figured I better tank up on coffee then hit the showers since I need to run errands. In my own defense, I didn't sleep well last night. I worked on narrowing down my theme and creating log lines for my pitch, then I went back and rewrote the whole spiel AGAIN. I made it to bed around 1:30 and hubby, bless him because he was soooo tired, promptly rolled over and started snoring great big Godzilla snores right in my ear. I couldn't wake the man to make him roll over, so I must've laid there until 3 thinking if I had an extra pillow I'd smother myself with it.

First thing this morning, Mini comes to wake me up singing The Dirty Glass, which gave me pause to say the least. He then asked to hear "the pipe song", which I know is one of the Dropkick Murphys songs heavy on the bagpipes, but I couldn't think of which one. So once I had a cup of coffee, off to youtube we went.

Tonight is BSG night, and so help me nothing and no one better interrupt this one. It's Starbuck's story and I'm hoping we'll find out whether or not she is actually Daniel. I'm bracing myself for either revelation or huge disappointment - possibly both.

So that's it for me today. I need to go ahead and get to the bank so I can hurry home and work on my edits a bit. I want to finish this round today and send them back before doing a little writing and dragging out the pitch again. Wish me luck!

Happy Friday, everyone! ^_^

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Working on my Pitch

I've officially dragged out all my old workshop sheets about honing your pitch, and I'm going over them faithfully, while sorting over one very roughly constructed manuscript and trying to figure out how to add in a story arc without requiring total reconstruction on what's already there.

I've been following the NOLA pre-conference Plotting Bootcamp and it made me realize I had a few unseen plot holes that need resolution, and oy me, this is one of those times it's a miracle I have any hair left. Already this book hasn't been the easiest thing to pull together, so I'm almost hesitant to tinker too much, but I see how it could be so much richer, so much more complex and interesting, and bah. Do I go back in and get my fingers dirty, or do I leave it as is and look at that book every day for the rest of my life thinking "It could have been so much more."

Why, oh, why do I do this to myself? I already know I won't be able to leave it as is, but there is still the internal wrangling. I can't seem to help it. Anyway, this is going to be my major project for the year anyway, so I really shouldn't let pitch anxiety get me down.

Speaking of books and writerly things....

Mario Acevedo is one of my new favorite authors. I absolutely loved The Undead Kama Sutra. I was browsing around the EOS website and found this little gem:

About Jailbait Zombie...

Vampires versus Zombies, round one . . .

Vampire detective Felix Gomez has seen a lot of weird things since becoming one of the undead—nymphomaniacs, aliens, and X-rated bloodsuckers, just to name a few—but now he comes face-to-face with the worst sort of undead.

To stop a ravenous army of zombies, Gomez must team up with a precocious teen with clairvoyant powers whose cooperation comes at a price: she won't help unless Felix makes her a vampire . . . if the zombies don't get her first.

I usually do not like detective stories of any kind, but occassionally I'll come across a book where I'll make an exception. This is one of those times. I must read this book. This one is hereby added to my already towering TBR stack. ~_^

That's it for me, I better get back to work. Happy Thursday, everyone!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Wicked Condition *updated*

I've had a tummy ache all morning. I'm going to pretend it's not PMS since it's so damn close to the conference it's not even funny. Ugh.

Last night I stayed up entirely too late and worked on my pitch. By the time I left the den to go to bed, I was too tired to see straight.

I need to go back in today and take a good long look at what I worked up, see what's important and what's not, and trim down the entire thing. Thankfully, I saved the pitch sheets from the pitch workshop I went to last year, so I'm gonna break that out and make sure what I've got follows the general format. Once I've got that down I'll practice talking my way through this thing. Oy, I hate watching myself talk in a mirror, but it helps.

I got my first round of edits for Moonlight and Shadows this morning. They're not too bloody, so that's a major plus. Once the house is quiet this evening I'll sit down and do an initial run through.

The rest of the day I'll likely read and entertain Mini. I've been reading The Vanishing by Bentley Little. It's bizarre and bloody and make no doubt. I don't think there's anything scarier than seeing your family go nuts, and this book has a lot of that going on.

That's about it for me. I need to find my shoes and make a run to the post office to drop some things off. I hope you all have a good Wednesday. ~_^

Update: Okalie dokalie... I just signed up for WAG, which is the Writing Adventure Group created by Nixy Valentine. To find out more: CLICK HERE TO GET THE SKINNY.

This week's assignment is to go outside and look up at the sky and describe it. No flowery words, etc. Just tell it like it is. So here goes:

It's a gray day with heavy cloud cover - a mingled gray and white toss up of clouds. No actual view of "sky", and no sunlight peeking through. Lots of bald tree limbs block my view from the front yard. It looks like it will probably rain later on.

And there you have it. If you'd like to participate in this free workshop, visit the link above.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Twice as Sweet as Sugar

It's been a long busy day. Mini got up early and crawled into bed with me and the hubster. He said he was cold, so I pulled him up between us, and covered him up. He turned over and went right back to sleep, but I was pretty much unable to rest after that. I got up and piled on the couch, and was half dozing, half watching Blues Clues until Mini came searching for me and Oldest had to leave for school.

It felt like I got almost no sleep at all. Hubby took Mini with him, and went laptop shopping. His computer has been overheating a shutting down. Oy, not a sign. Since we did the whole tax thing, I've been thinking about a picking out a new acoustic, and guess what hubby surprised me with today? *SQUEE!* There's a new guitar sitting in the dining room with me this evening. Tonight once Mini is in bed snoozing, I'll tune it and attach the strap and all that. Big hugs and many brownie points to hubby. ^_^

After finally watching Resident Evil Degeneration (which I was seriously disappointed in to say the least) Hubby and I got into this big discussion about zombie movies, and we ended up talking about Shaun of the Dead. In that particular scene shown, the guys are drunk, and come out of a pub and are singing White Lines. I nearly died laughing. It just seemed like a What the heck brought that on? kind of song to be singing. Hubby didn't recognize the song, and Oldest, well, he isn't old enough to remember that one. I tried singing it to Hubby to refresh his memory, but let's face it - I was never meant to sing. Ever. And hubby had no idea what the heck song I was talking about anyway.

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Hehehehehehe! I remember when this song was on the radio. Very serious stuff that was meant to warn about the perils of cocaine use. They were tres cutting edge. ^_^ Whoever did this fan video for it did a great job, too.

Today I did a bit of hunting at the library, and brought home a stack of books: a figher pilot flight manual, Rimrunners by CJ Cherryh, The Vanishing by Bentley Little, Hostile Takeover by Susan Shwartz, and Nylon Angel by Marianne de Pierres. The flight manual is research for a book I may or may not write. I'm still gathering notes and debating it while I work on this current story.

This week I really have to focus on my pitch for NOLA. I've been so busy with deadlines, I haven't have a chance to really plan and prepare, so just like last time, I'm scrabbling at the end to pull it together. The actual delivery of the pitch will be fine, but I'm nervous about getting the actual story line across. I hope I don't pitch this thing, then the agent says, "That's great, but I don't take that kind of romance."

I've researched and researched the agents I'm pitching to, but I can't find the exact specifics I'm looking for about the material they take. Like, how hot are the romances they're interested in? Honestly, I kinda wish at this point I'd held off about pitching, but if you want decent rates and to be guaranteed a session, you have to book well in advance. So however you care to look at it, I'll be winging this one. Go me. :P

There are things afoot at the Midnight Moon Cafe! Author Gwen Hayes will be with us this Thursday, February 26th for a Midnight Brew Interview. :) Be sure to mark that on your calendar!

Also, writer friend AE Rought is having a snazzy cool giveaway on her blog.

For those who have been asking about Moonlight and Shadows, today I received my editor assignment, so things are moving along nicely. *thumbs up* The release date is still TBA, but I'll be sure to add that info here on my blog, at my website, and at my yahoo newsletter group once things are scheduled.

That's it for me today. I have flight manual reading to do. *salute* I hope you've all have a safe and sane Monday.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Sunday Funny Business

I woke up this morning thinking it was Monday, and even though I have both kidlets here, and there is nothing on TV, nothing open in town, etc. etc. it still feels like Monday.

Yesterday, the kidlets and I had just returned from grocery shopping when I saw this streak of white running across the front yard. It was preggy neighbor dog, running out to greet us. I thought for a moment I'd seen her coming out of the hedges, but I was turning into the driveway, and missed where she shot out from.

It was rainy and nasty out, and so I shepherded the Minibeast into the house then went back to the Jeep to help Oldest bring all the bags in. Preggy dog ran into the house, all squiggly and pitter pat and stuff. Mini went bonkers, and since we had the front door open, I didn't bother to escort her out. It's safe to say she feels that she lives here at our house instead of across the street, and I'll admit I'm a bit surprised I haven't caught flack from the neighbors about it yet. Which, I guess if they were so worried about it, they'd have put her (and their other menagerie of dogs) into a pen.

Mom and I bought and put together one of those massive, two piece dog houses on Friday. I raked over the holes in the hedges and set the house by our front door where preggy dog had been digging. She's been sleeping in the hole for the past few days, and I worried she would likely have her puppies in there. Not good at all.

Well, after grocery-getting, I gave her one of pitbull's chewie snacks and set her back outside. Of course, I worried about her being in the rain and kept checking the windows and front door. After about an hour, I couldn't stand it any more and went out there to look for her. Sure enough, Miss Preggy had discovered her dog house and was all curled up on the towels I'd laid in there, safe and dry. Yay! Dog house is a success! And so far the neighbors having come over threatening to kick my ass or sue me or anything, so its all good.

A little while ago, I was cleaning out my pink writing tablet holder and found all the sheets from the Patricia Kay workshop I attended at the Lone Star Writing Conference in Houston this past October. Some good stuff in all that! I bundled all the print outs into an expandy file, and I've been trying to make sense of the notes. Pages and pages of notes - around 15. I must've been hyper note-taking that day, or buzzed on caffeine or something. Whatever, I'm going to type up the ones I can interpret (my handwriting is slackassedness defined) and tuck it away with rest.


Elementary school teacher, Mrs. Jones, had the children in her 2nd grade class draw a picture of their personal hero as homework. When she received little Suzy's drawing, she was so bothered by it she wrote home to the mother.

How sweet! Suzy wants to be just like Mommy!

(Here's the reply the teacher received the following day)

Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.
I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it.

Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns
it in.

Mrs. Smith

That's it for me today. I have notes to file, and workshop things to work on. Honestly, I should be caught up with that by now, but last night I spent an obscene amount of time watching old BSG episodes on . That site is the devil. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Happy Sunday, everyone!

Friday, February 20, 2009

Funtastic Friday

Woot! The vamps are finished and submitted, and check this out. I just might actually survive a zombie attack!


Mom brought the Minibeast home about an hour ago, and he's been whining and fussy with me since he got here. *sigh* I colored with him, danced with him a bit, and I think he's just darn tired. Mom said he got up at 5 AM, and she's not one to send him back to bed. Oy vey. Mini is a bear if he doesn't get his sleep. But that's the price you pay, I guess. After lunch, I'll have to put him down for a nap-nap, otherwise he'll be grumbling all the live long day. :P

Tonight is BSG night! I could probably go on for ages about the current storyline, but I'll spare you all my nerd rage. At this point, since I really couldn't give a rats about the Ellen saga, I'm hoping they'll hurry up and get with it on the big Starbuck reveal, and OMFG I hope they do not make us wait until the very last episode to do it.

Anyway, that's the grand plan. BSG and plucking a book at random from my TBR stack, which has grown to a ridiculous height over the last month. I've really got to whittle that thing down. Oh, yeah, I better tackle the plot workshop assignment too. Oops! Ya know, there was a time not so long ago, where I was good at remembering to do my homework. :P

Happy Friday, everyone!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Making Progress

I'm two pages away from finishing the naughty vampire wip. Woot! I was hoping I could have this thing completed by Friday, but I had my doubts all the way up until this morning. Everytime I'd get a page whittled down, I'd look at the page count and the numbers were going up. Sinkhole editing. What can I say?

Mom dropped by for a visit early this morning and while we sat around talking and drinking coffee, she decided she wanted to take Mini with her to spend the night. I didn't even faint when she offered. She hasn't had a chance to hang out with him much lately, and I kinda think it gets lonely for her over at the new house by herself. So, after much hoohooing and dancing around the kitchen on Mini's part, I agreed to let him stay the night and packed a bag for him. I'd barely got his socks on his feet and he was ready to go, charging the door and all that.

"Wait, Mini, aren't you forgetting something?" *shoes* He would've left without them and never blinked an eye, but I also had to get is car seat and set him up, so I managed to get some sneakers on him.

With Mini on visitation with the Grand Parentals, I managed to wing through the house and get it all cleaned up by - GASP - 11:30! So that means I've had all this nice quite time to work on the vamps, and I tell ya, I've been using it. Mark my words, I'm sending off this wip tonight!

There is one other thing I need to do, and I think I'm going to lure Oldest into going with me: I really need to haul off the garbage because it STINKS. I have no idea what the guys could have possibly put in the trashcan overnight to make it reek that frikkin bad. But, oy, it does. *_*

That's pretty much it for now. I gotta get supper starting in about an hour, so I'm gonna find a comfy spot to curl up with the laptop and stake these vamps. Er, at least the story. I'm so ready to move on.

Happy Thursday, everyone!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Zombie Potion

Must be a daywalker kitteh. Teh sun is shining.

Hubby has to work late this evening, so I've put off a lot of the house cleaning until this afternoon. All day I've been working on the naughty vampire story so I can sub it out by the end of the week. So far so good. I'm at the halfway mark, and overall, I'm pleased with the story. *dance, dance* I even managed to watch a bit of Transformers, and do some coloring with Minibeast. On a productivity scale of 1-10, today has been an 8.

Despite it all, I do think I'm coming down with a cold. I woke up this morning and realized I'd finally caught Mini's case of sniffles. Bleh. To try and ward it off, I took a bit of Alkaseltzer Cold Plus, aka "zombie potion". I knew when I took it I didn't stand a chance. I've coasted through the day in a semi-conscious state, and Mini's endless energy has only served to futher zap mine. Around 1:30 this afternoon, nap was imminent.

We went for a nap-nap around 1:30 and Mimi didn't wake up until 3. Of course the first thing I think about when I wake up is laundry. I started it this morning, and it's sitting in baskets. I waited until Mini was up and running around. Next on the agenda: blogging and unloading the dishwasher.

Tonight I'll do what I can to finish up a few more pages of the naughty vampires. It would be uber cool if I could get this all done before Friday. *daydreams* I'm counting down the minutes to the next episode of BSG, and if I can get my story finished and subbed before Friday, I won't have to worry about anything other than workshop assignments for Friday evening. Hm... *evil handwringing*

That's pretty much it for me. I gotta get off my duff and set the house in order. Still need to put porkchops in the oven and relocate all Mini's toys back to his room. Yeah, I hear ya. Good luck with that. Heh.

Happy hump day, everyone!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Me So Sleepy

OMG. I am so tired today. Mini woke up around 5 AM determined that it was time to romp and play. I can't rest well if he's out of the bed because more than likely he'll get into something in the fridge or bathroom. Everything is pretty much baby-safe, but I do not dig surprise messes, if you know what I mean.

The minute Oldest was out the door for school, I had to get up because he never remembers to hit the lock. I have this freakish fear that Mini will wander outside and I don't know about it, so I crawled out of bed, went to relock the door and start some cuppa going. Once that was done, I flopped down at the desk and sat shivering in my Happy Bunny pjs while the coffee brewed, and Mini - my gods, where does the energy come from? - hopped around like a crazed chihuahua. "Mimi, can we do this? Mimi let's go play!" *_*

I hate to admit it, but my one brain function at that moment was "coffee". I wasn't gonna do anything without it. Honestly, I figured I might as well get up - lots of things to do. The plotting workshop is going on at the moment and I don't want to miss a minute of that. Also, I had errands to run since Prez. Day screwed up teh routine yesterday. Ya know, that "no holiday" holiday? Right.

So by 9 AM I'd finished everything but my in town errands, so I dressed Mini, pulled on my sneakers and out the door we went. Just inside the city limits, my cell phone goes off and my purse is tossed into the floor of the Jeep on the passenger side. Oy vey. I fished out my phone without killing us all, and it was hubby. I told him I was driving and he was quiet a minute, then he said, "But it's so early. I thought you were going to wait for the mail to run in case my per diem check comes in today."

Yes, I admit it. I completely forgot about that check. And because of that, ended up having to make two trips. All I could think about the second go around was getting home and falling out on the couch. No such luck. Gotta wait until hubster gets home before I can crash a bit.

Tonight I gotta suck it up and work on the vamp story. There are 7 or so pages left to clean up, and I gotta get this story out the door this week before the submission deadlines expire. I kinda have a feeling it's going to be a long night. Wish me luck!

Monday, February 16, 2009

Monday Has Landed

I was all ready to tackle today's tasks - most of which required the use of the post office - only to be thwarted by President's Day. *_* I'm not even sure why it didn't occur to me that the post would be closed. I mean, Oldest is home, and I remembered it was a holiday, just not which one. Grr. So that means I won't be able to take care of business until tomorrow. That really gnaws at my inner Virgo. Seriously. I wanted this crap DONE. *sigh*

I'm cleaning up the vamp story today, and working on assignments for the pre-NOLA con plotting workshop. I'm literally a handful of pages from finishing up the androids, but I needed a break from them. I'm so close to completing the final draft their story it's ridiculous, but I just can't seem to push myself toward the finish line without feeling like I'm rushing and missing a dozen things. I'm stepping back from that for a few days. I'll try working on it again in a day or so when I can look at it with a fresh perspective.

In a little while I need to run up to the Wolf Stop and pick up a roll of paper towels. I've been driving myself crazy going back to the kitchen to get one, and there's nothing there! Just the ghost roll in the holder. For Pete's... It's enough to drive a woman mad. I must have paper towels or napkins or something! It feels unnatural not having one folded into a square under my cuppa tea.

That's it for me today. Got lots to do. The conference is in 2 weeks and I really gotta get the lead out on this story. I hope you all have a snazzy Monday, and oh!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentine's Day

Yesterday, hubby and I took the Minibeast up to see godfather. I took him a card, an aloe plant and a wooden trolly for his birthday, and he seemed very happy with it. He's big into gardening, and had been admiring "Spike" - our enormous aloe - so we went back to hippie guy Buford, and bought another one. Oh, yeah, we also brought GF 4 Jeep tires for his Cherokee, which is a win win kind of thing because he needed them and I wanted them out of the shed.

We met him up at the dentist office, which is right next to a McDonalds. There's this little grassy hill between the properties, and it had dozens of those dandelion puff balls - my favorite flowers, just for the record. Wishing flowers. :*) Well, Mini went bonkers when he saw so many, so we hopped up on the hill and picked dandelions. Some of them weren't ready to blow the fluff off, so I showed him he could hold them close to the blossom and shake the stuffin's out of them to make them scatter. I showed him that you're supposed to make a wish before defluffing, which he thought was a simply fabulous idea. That meant he could wish for trucks and cars and toys, and Herbies. (Volkswagon Beetles, for Pete's sake) I suggested he throw in a multibook contract for old mother during all that mad wishing while he was at it. We were covered in white fluff before it was all said and done.

We hung out in the office after that, (He doesn't work Fridays.) and I set Minibeast up in the dentist chair and showed him how the water and air pik worked, and let him flip the switch on the overhead light. He wasn't too crazy about the idea of having anyone check his teeth though. I'd thought about having GF do a "cleaning" on him with some prophy paste and a Qtip, but Mini wasn't up to the challenge. I did want to introduce him to it all though. I don't want him to ever fear going to the dentist/doctor. It was a very good visit.

At one point Mini and I walked to the back waiting room next to the lab (where prisoners wait for service away from the general public), and from the glass door, he saw this one lowly dandelion left standing on the hill. A battle of will ensued over this dandelion. I'd left it because it wasn't ready to poof, but Mini wanted it. Mini won this round. We went back outside, walked up the hill and he picked that one fizzling dandelion. And of course... "Mimi, grr, it won't blow." Gee. Imagine that. I gave it a good shake and all the fluff blew off. We turned to watch the wind carry them off, and I noticed one small patch left of about 5 dandelions that we missed. I guess that was the bonus patch.

Mini blew or shook every.single.dandelion on that lot. No kidding. Not one was left standing. It was a dandelion apocalypse. And it was fun.

Today, I plan to work on cleaning up the naughty vampires wip, and at some point I've got to make a trip to the post office and mail off the bills. Last night after sobbing over BSG (SAM!!!) I stayed up making promo bags - about 100 of them. Now I've also got to divide those up and box the big ones up for conference, and box the smaller ones to send to my MMC sisters for distribution at the cafe.

That's it for now. I hope you all have a great weekend, and a romantic Valentine's Day!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Friday Fun and Stuff

Lots of crazy things to post about today, and very little time to do it in, so I'm up at 2 AM blogging. Yah, I know. I'm gonna be toddler whipped and ready for a nap by noon tomorrow. However, because I had a "do nothing" day in typical slacker fashion yesterday, I now have to tackle the makeup work. Hubby and I have errands to run, shopping to do, gifts to deliver, and relatives to visit. To top that off, there won't be any early bedtime because Friday night is BSG night. *_*

First things first: Friday Freebies! Peggy M sent me an email and pointed out some snazzy links for free ebooks to share here on the blog.

Books on Board currently has free Random House ebooks up for grabs, most of them thrillers by the looks of it. I believe (but I'm not 100% certain) this particular batch will be up until Feb. 28th. So run, run, run, and get yours!

Also, Samhain Publishing has several Valentine's Day (romance) ebooks up at their Free Reads Library.

Thanks bunches for the free finds, Peggy!

As I've already mentioned above, tonight is BSG night. I tell ya, I'm chomping at the bit waiting for these final episodes. I've got my fingers crossed Sam makes it through alive after last week, and Ellen Tigh is making her reappearance, so that makes this one not to be missed.

Honestly Ellen has annoyed the everlovingcrap out of me since she first appeared. She wasn't likeable as a human, but now that we know she's the fifth Cylon, she gives me the royal heebie jeebies. She just seems like she'd be uber vicious - like if she entered a room there would be fires and screaming and all that. Um, yeah. So she reminds me of the supabad big bitch mama Alien from the Sigourney Weaver Alien movies. SCARY. And now that Ellen's hubster (Saul) has impregnated a Six, I get the whole "this is gonna be a complicated reunion" kinda vibe. *_*

So enough's enough. I'll spare y'all anymore BSG nerd rage for the time being. Gotta save my energy for the next episode, ya know? :P

News from the writing cave... The sexy android story is a little closer to being polished for submission. I'm only able to do the clean-up on this one a few pages at a time. Not sure why. It just takes it outta me. And since there's no deadline on that particular story, I'm going slow with it.

Also, my naughty hot vampires are nearly complete as well. I finished up draft 2 yesterday (er, rather this morning, shortly after midnight), and it only needs one more round of polishing and it will be ready to submit. For those who were wondering, this will be Serge's story. He made a cameo appearance in Wicked Temptation, and if you thought Dominic was hot...

Now that I have the upgraded version of MSOffice, I have my newletter making abilities back. Yay! I should have another newsletter out come March, after the NOLA conference. It will be labeled as the spring edition, and will cover everything that has happened from late January to early March. In the meantime, I'm sort of waiting for a bit of news to roll in so I can announce my upcoming releases.

Speaking of releases, I've had a few folks ask about Moonlight and Shadows (pictured on the left hand toolbar). To those looking to buy a copy, it is not yet available. I will post the release date as soon as I have that in hand. Once I do, I'll be posting some tasty excerpts here on my blog, at my newsletter group on yahoo (please join!), and at the Midnight Moon Cafe - so keep checking back!

Whew! I gotta get to bed. It's almost 3 AM and I have a busy, busy day tomorrow. I gotta call it a night. Oh, before I go! See the picture above, the seahorses? It's taken me ages to find a belly ring I like, and there it is in all it's sparkly glory. I'm planning to order it from Amazon next week. Woot!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

A Day of Nothing

Hubby and I had all kinds of plans for today, but by the time we faced up to getting them done, we both looked at each other and said, "Meh." We should be in Ruston by now with half our errands run, but here we are, still home and tinkering on the laptops. I've run every scan possible, and even compacted my registry. I think we're both just tired. We've run rings for three days, and today...well, we're just out of it. I feel like I could pile up in bed and sleep for hours.

That being the case, I've decided to wait about working on anything until tonight. I'm declaring today a day of nothing. I'll worry about getting in the daily quota word count in tonight.

Happy Thursday, everyone!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

So Far So Good

Today is a thing of joy. Hubby decided to take Mini on a daddy-son day, and so I get the house all to myself for a few hours. *faint* Actually, I had to spend a good chunk of that cleaning, but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth and all that. So at this very moment the TV is off, Pitbull is snoozing on his doggy bed, and the wind is gusting outside and ringing the wind chimes. Ah, bliss...

I'm 8 pages into clean-up on my sexy android story, which is really more arty and complex than I ever intended it to be. I've worried about that for about two months now, but decided not to change the overall feel of it because I like the way it flows. It's different, but not unreadable. I'm just going to keep on polishing it and checking for grammar errors, etc. then send it along. I can honestly think of only one publisher where this story might fit, but I'd be sad for these characters if I couldn't find a home for them. What the hell. I'm just going to toss it out there into submission land when I'm finished and see what happens. If it doesn't publish, maybe I'll turn it into a freebie or something.

Hubby, wonderful man that he is, called a little while ago to let me know he'd dropped by Office Depot to look at laptops for himself, and ended up buying the Office Small Business upgrade for me. Fear me! I once again have the power of track changes. Woot!

Over the last few days I've been jotting down ideas on notecards for another book. I'm really looking forward to working on this one, but it's going to take more research before I can really dive off into it.

Speaking of plot, I signed up for an online plot workshop being given through NOLA for those who are attending the March conference. Looking forward to this one! I'm hoping it will give me that extra push to get this latest book finished and out the door.

It's a gorgeous, sunny day outside. A little too breezy to stay out there for very long, but oy, it's definitely not doing anything to curb my summer fever. However, I have work to do, so I better get on with it before the guys return.

I hope you all have a happy hump day!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Sleepiness and Taxes

Finally! I started this post several hours ago, but everytime I try typing a few words, I hear the call. "Hey, mom..."

Mini is now in bed and I have warned the rest of the house there shall be merciless carnage if anyone asks me for a single thing else today. In short, I've clocked out for the evening - find your own damn socks.

Oy, I'm tired. I stayed up until 3 AM last night to finish the rewrites on the requested story, and the good news is I managed to get them sent off. I'm happy with how things turned out, but it's all in the editor's hands now so cross your fingers for me.

I got out of bed this morning at 6 AM. Mini is feeling much better, and after his case of ick the night before, he woke up and wanted to eat everything. Nom, nom, nom. More, please! I was worried he'd upchuck again from the sheer volume of food mixed with precarious Pokemon Rap dancing. Amazing how resilient kidlets are.

Hubby decided this morning that we should do our taxes, so that's what we set out to do today. First, however, he had to get both Jeeps serviced, so he took Mini with him and drove BBQ Jeep up to Snappy Lube and got the oil change, etc. etc. Then he came back, picked up Mustard and got her serviced too. That took a couple hours, and by the time he got back home my coffee had all but worn off. Oy vey.

Hubby was very much on step, doing his perky drill sargeant cry "let's go, let's go, let's go!" and I could only warn him with my eyes while twisting my hair into a bun and snapping it in place with clips - you know, the I'm awake what the eff more do you want? hairstyle? Um, yeah, that would be it. Still half asleep, I slipped into my Docs and grabbed the file of yearly receipts from the desk drawer, and I am happy to report that despite that bumpy start, there were no incidents of bloodshed.

We took Mini out to Gram's house, because there is nothing more horrifying that trying to appease a tax agent with a grabby (and gabby) toddler on your lap. That, my friends, is a thing of nightmares. Trust me on that. Do not want.

Mom was thrilled to see the Minibeast, and she showed me the camping kit that she bought him - it's not a real camping kit, of course, but a neat little package with a play sized, pop up tent in it and some binoculars and things like that. Cool beans! If I were a bit smaller, I'd crawl in the darn tent with him and we could scout for signs of an alien invasion or something like that.

Before I could get out the door (hubby was waiting in the Jeep with the engine running) Mini decided I must witness the brilliance that is his mad tricycling skills. Mom helped him drag out the tricycle, and he nearly ran right over Blossom, mom's dog, while barreling through the house, but I gotta say the whole thing - definitely not something to be missed. I clapped and Yay!-ed for him because he was soooo excited that he can pedal. Some seriously fun and hilarious stuff.

That definitely put a bright spin on the day, but I couldn't stick around for long. I had to get back out to the Jeep before Hubster came in looking for me. We drove to town and managed to get the taxes done. We got a really nice preparer this go around, too. As much as I wanted to wait until the last minute procrastinate a little longer, I'm really glad we got it out of the way. One less thing to worry about.

Godfather's birthday is this week, so I've got to make a run to Ruston at some point. We bought him this enormous potted aloe, a really gorgeous plant, and I'm going to pick up a card and a mini-cake for him before we make the trek. Also, we promised to haul two of our spare Jeep tires to him - he needs them for his Cherokee.

So that is the news today. Ok. Well, actually there is more. But I've been working on this blog post for, oh, about six hours in total now, so I'm calling it a night. I hope you all had a snazzy Tuesday!

Monday, February 09, 2009

Full Of LoVE

Printing, printing, printing... I finished all my rewrites yesterday, but I'm taking my time going back over them and doing cleanup. I hope the editor gives this new version the thumbs up and all is a-go.

Last night after everyone went off to bed, I put in a BSG dvd, made a cup of vanilla red and sat down to relax while red-penning a few print outs. Suddenly I hear Mini sobbing from the other room. About that time, Hubster comes into the den all groggy and informs me, "Mini's sick."

Boy was he ever! Minibeast crawled out of bed and wet himself, then stood there shivering and throwing up. Total freakout for me. It panics me when the kids are burning up with fever. Oh, my poor little bear! I held onto him while he threw up so he wouldn't teeter over, then stripped him down and washed him with a warm rag. Quickly found him some fresh PJs and redressed him, then cleaned up the mess and tossed all the towels and yukky clothes in the wash. Talk about a late night frenzy!

I gave Mini some kiddie fever reducer and rocked him in the recliner until the wee hours of the morning. Around 3 am hubby got up and took over, so I went on to bed. I was pretty exhausted by that point.
Right before I woke up ( sometime around 9 am), I dreamed I was in the lobby of the DMV waiting with a number ticket in hand when these SWAT guys came into the room and announced to everyone the building had to be evacuated because of some chemical agent/ bio hazard kind of thing. This, of course, caused a stampede. I ran to the door only to discover there were snipers out front waiting to pick anyone off who tried to escape the building. I managed somehow to get past all this and ended up in the parking lot of the Mall of Georgia, where I'd apparently parked the old car - a yellow Geo Storm - I used to drive. Oy vey. Talk about suckage for a getaway vehicle. *_*

Now that I think about it - biohazard - chemical agents... While rocking the Minibeast, I kinda sighed to myself, thinking "I'm gonna catch whatever he's got, I'm sure." Bleh. Let's hope not. I do not do pukefests well.

On the brightside, Mini seems to be feeling better. Only a touch of fever now and again. I'm keeping a close eye on him. And so far so good for me. *crossing fingers for good luck*
Tonight I'm gonna finish up the clean up so I can send it out tomorrow. Hubby's off work until the 14th, and we have a laundry list of things that have to be done. One of the things on the list is to get a dog house to put in the bushes for Fifi - the neighbor dog mentioned in previous posts.
Anyway, she's preggie now, the rumble in the hood with the other dogs is over, and of course, all is back to normal - only with a belly full of pups. *sigh* I know Fifi will have them here, and I have this fear of her having them in the bushes by the front door because there's no other shelter for her. So off to Petco to buy her a doghouse to lodge off in the azaleas.
Speaking of dogs, the effing neighbors have dragged home a new pet. Some kind of long haired Jack Russel terrier looking critter. Hubby and I spotted the Mama Neighbor letting it out of the house this afternoon to romp with the ravenous hoarde of other neighbor dogs. *sigh*
Just for the record, today is a milestone day. I officially quit smoking back in the day on Feb. 9th, 2000. I can hardly believe it, but it's been 9 years!
That's it for me. It's Mini's bathtime. Gotta break out the rubber ducky fleet. I hope you've all had a great Monday! ~_^

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Snazzy Sunday

Wow! I just realized it's well after midnight here in the CST. Hubby is home, and Oldest - who I thought for sure would be spending the night at his grammy's - decided to come back home to snooze. The two of them have been up watching Jean Claude Van Damme movies, and basically lounging around enjoying each other's company. Mini sacked out around 9 pm.

I tell ya, I ran that kid ragged all day Saturday. We played and played. I took him out to chase the hoarde of neighbor dogs and to ride in his Jeep. We also played ball, threw rocks, dug in the dirt, and walked out back to the storage shed so he could sit on the riding mower and pretend he was driving for a while. Once hubby arrived home from TX, we made a trip to the grocery store, and I ended up buying another one of those Mickey Mouse Color Wonder coloring books for Mini. First thing back home, we put away groceries and Mini and I broke out the markers. He never stopped going from sun up to sundown. Pair all that with NO NAP, and come 8 pm Mini was whining to go to bed. But oh, no...gotta have a bath first, Mister!

I gave him a bubble bath, dried and dressed him, then shooed him into the den to watch Street Fighter *giggle* with Hubby and Oldest. I took a quick bath, and by the time I got out and came in to check on him, he was passed out on the couch. Poor, tired beast.

Hubby will be home through to Valentine's Day, so I'm planning to get out a few stories while I have him close to home. *evil hand wringing* I read through the sexy android story I finished a month ago, and discovered it's really quite clean. I thought it needed far more work than what it does. I marked the corrections on the hardcopy and have it set to the side for when I get a free moment to make the changes to my word file. I should be able to send that story in sometime next week.

Tonight (Sunday morning, actually) I'm up working on requested revisions. I didn't intend to work over the weekend, but I had a project accepted, *happy dance* so I'm not about to let it linger. Time to break out the hardcore editing hat.

Overall, Saturday was good things rolled up into a big ball of YAY! Hopefully Sunday will be just as snazzy. Happy weekend, everyone!

Friday, February 06, 2009

Blueprint Electronic

It's deadline day, and I'm in just under the wire. Wish I had a little more time for reading and red penning but alas, it is sent, and out of my hands.

Want more free reads? Phaze Publishing is giving away a free shorty short everyday until Valentine's Day. I just read Michelle Houston's Love Slave yesterday and it was full of teh sexy. Gotta be 18+ to download or read these books. Just giving you fair warning.

Tonight is BSG night, and I managed to watch it on the first rotation. Daaaamn, was it heavy! I'm glad Zarek is out of the way and - yip! Leoben was actually in this one. ♥ ♥ ♥ My main concern, though, is what the hell happened to Sam? I hope he's ok. He's been one of my favorite characters since he first appeared on the show. *fretting* D:

Tomorrow I'm taking the day off from writing. Not a word. I need to give the muse a vacation before I pick up any more revisions, or start a new project. Too, I have to make the rounds in town and mail off all my bills. If I can make it to Ruston, I also need to send off a package to a prize winner. Hm. Now that I think about it, I better email her to let her know it's on the way.

There you have it, the grand agenda. Now off to R&R. I'm going to dip into the cheesecake before I run the dishwasher, and if I'm still conscious when it comes on again, I'll possibly watch the new episode of BSG on its 2nd rotation tonight - just in case I missed something.

Happy Friday, y'all. Have a safe and snazzy weekend!

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Life is Colored Headache Gray

I managed to make a little progress on my deadline story last night. Only three more pages of heavy revisions to go and the final draft will be done, and ready for submission. And not a moment too soon. The deadline for this thing is tomorrow.

The ravenous hoarde of neighbor dogs are driving me bonkers. Poor Fifi has been hiding in our hedges and last night you could hear the dog fights rolling around in our front yard. The neighbors came and went from their house several times during the carnage and never once called to their dogs, never once set a foot across the street to try and bring part of the hoarde back into their own yard. Just for that, I hope karma takes a steaming dump right on their front porch.

Today Ravenous Romance is giving away a free ebook download of The Virgin Principal by Trudy Doyle. Either click the text link, or copy the link at the bottom of this post and paste it into your browser to go straight to the book page. **

About The Virgin Principal: (blurb from the Ravenous Romance site)

When Sara Fidele walks into an Atlantic City casino, and a die from a craps table bounces to the toe of her satin Manolo, she never expects its owner to ask, “So tell me...are you a virgin?” Because all she needs is one look into the blue-tipped drill of his eyes to know if she’s exactly what he’s looking for, this tuxedoed cocktail of a man will be more than happy to show her the way around a good toss, as well as a whole new definition of getting lucky.

Sounds hot, so be sure to download your free copy while you can!

Speaking of books and writerly things, I ordered all new bookmarks yesterday. Oy, I hope they turn out great. The design is gorgeous, and was worked up just for me by the talented Silma Pagan. *hugs* She totally rocks me with her Photoshop skills.

I woke up this morning to the news that Lux Interior of The Cramps died on Wednesday. Here's the link to the article on

What a bummer. I have great memories of this band. If you've never heard of them, check out I Was A Teenage Werewolf on youtube. It's classic.

I remember when their cover of Surfin' Dead ended up on the movie The Return of the Living Dead (1985). My friend, Amie, and I sat with a tape recorder next to the TV/VCR trying to record the song bits off the end credits before we had to return the rental. Talk about pirate music. Back then you really had to work for it. *waggles cane* I think it took 4 tries before we got it down without any dogs barking or phones ringing. And just to put it all into perspective, I was about 12 years old then. Great times, yep, great times...

So there it is, all the news I have today. I really need to get off my buns and do some writing. It's after 11 and Mini will be wanting his lunch soon. Happy Thursday everyone!

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Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Twinklie Madness

This morning, I was awakened by 35 pounds of pouncing toddler. I remember looking at the clock and thinking it was entirely too early to be in a conscious state, but it's not easy to go back to sleep with a Minibeast jumping on the bed and singing, "Mimi! Mimi! I want a Twinklie!"

I have no one to blame but myself. Yesterday Mini watched Wall-E and there is one scene where he unwraps a Twinkie for his little bug friend, and the critter climbs inside one of the cream filling stab wounds on the underbelly of the cake. I pointed that out to Mini and told him it was a Twinkie. He didn't seem to be listening at the time, but I guess he's better at multi-tasking than I am.

Once Oldest was home from school, I told him to get his brother's shoes and let's make a dash to see the kitties. So, we did. We dropped off the trash at the local kittie zoo, did a fill up at the Wolf Stop, and went to the grocery store - mostly for milk, bread and coffee supplies, the latter because it's safer for everyone in the house if Mimi is properly caffeinated.

After that stop, we had to go across town to pick up a bag of kibbles for Kinz the pitbull and the ravenous hoarde of neighbor dogs. I have to get the el cheapo 20 lbs bag of dollar store kibs so I afford to feed the neighborhood menagerie, but I will admit the stuff smells like ground-up horse gibblets complete with hay leavin's. But as long as the dogs will eat it...ya know?

Anyway, at the dollar store, I sent Oldest in on his own, and as he's getting out of the Jeep, I told him to pick up a box of Twinkies. Oldest response was "Woohoo!" Then he's gone to pick up the goods while I entertain Mini. Five minutes later, Oldest come out of the store with the dogfood and one pack of red velvet fakie Twinkies.

"Uh, this is it?" I ask.

"There weren't any real ones," Oldest tells me, "not even in a box. So if Mini doesn't want those, I'll eat them."

"Yes, I'm sure you would, Oldest." He's a 17 year old bottomless pit.

I unwrap the Twinkies and pass one to Oldest and one to Mini. Always divide the sugar.

"For the love of God, Mini, whatever you do, don't squeeze the darn thing." Mini takes the cake in hand, and I tell him. "It's a Twinkie, like on Wall-E."

"Wall-E cake!" His eyes brighten at that, and I swear he devours this thing. And that's really saying something because Mini isn't much of a sweet eater.

Ever since this grand event yesterday, Mini has been asking for more, "Twinklies." Ya know, I think I like his name for it better than the real thing, but I also think I've created a monster. That has got to be one of the worst things ever to feed a kid. Whenever will I learn?

A quick note about writerly things... I cleaned up the chapter of doom last night, but I still feel like I didn't stick the ending. Arg! I am so running out of time with this thing. It doesn't help matters that I'm really itching to be through with it so I can move on to something else. Regardless of how the world turns, I must stick that ending today, and start revisions on that last chapter. *mantra*

Happy hump day, everyone!

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Tuesday Ramblings

My neighbors, the dog collectors. Grr. They brought home a little female dog several months ago, and the dog stays in our yard all the time.

We call her Fifi, and feed her because she was quite skeletal for a while. We also sprayed her for fleas and dipped her while the neighbors were away to cure her puppy mange. I secretly vaccinated her with an 8-in-one shot at the same time I vaxed my own dog. If she ended up with parvo, I know the neighbors wouldn't sit through it with her and that is a terrible, terrible disease.

Anyway, she plays with the Minibeast in the afternoons when we go outside, and he's quite attached to her. I think we all are. And I gotta admit I knew this day would come, but there was no way to sneak Fifi off to the vet to have her spayed. I mean, we'd have to keep her inside until she healed, and she'd have a scar and of course a follow up visit.

I could just imagine the lawsuit rolling our way if we did have her fixed. So I knew this day would come, and now she is in heat, driving our pitbull bonkers so that he does this rattley, lip quivering howl at any given moment. *_* Too, the male dogs in the neighborhood keep fighting in our front yard and I'm at my wits end with it. Poor Fifi.

It doesn't set well with me to start that the neighbors are letting her run loose, but it chaps me even worse because the male dogs chase her into our hedges. I know by now she's already knocked up, and I'm debating what to do. The neighbors have a habit of getting dogs when they're puppies, letting them run wild, then hauling them off when they become an inconvenience. Well, an inconvenience to themselves, not the rest of the neighborhood that's actually feeding, vaccinating, and dipping their dogs to keep them healthy.

I'm thinking we might have to just bite the bullet and offer to buy her from the neighbors. Not sure how that will work, though. I can imagine a few nasty scenarios coming from that little intervention. And then, if they did decide to sell us the pooch, we'd have a puppy problem in a few months. Oy vey.

What attrocity have I done to deserve this? I hate to see them haul her off though just because she's preggie. Mini will be heartbroken when she just "vanishes" and doesn't come back. He's too young to understand.

If we were to buy Fifi, and they went for it, I'd have furniture to worry about for one. She's not house broken and she'd have to become an inhouse doggie, because we don't let our critters run loose. We have an enormous dog yard sectioned off with a chainlink fence that runs directly off the back of the house so we can let pitbull in and out through the laundry room.

Just thinking about all this gives me a headache, and I really need to be focusing on work, which is like ARG and BLAH right now. This project is going to kill me; I just know it. Well, maybe not. But I can play dead to prove a point, I guess. I planned to stay up late last night and finish revising a chapter but when I put Mini to bed and did the whole routine of laying there talking to him until he falls asleep, I fell asleep. And I didn't wake up until 2 AM. I imagine I would've slept clear through to morning, but I dreamed I was on this cruise ship and it was a hellish labyrinth of corridors when all I wanted to do was find the bathroom...

Last night while talking on the phone with hubster, I was telling him all about my naughty Jeep fantasies, and after some lecturing on his part, he starts talking about conversion kits for Mustard Jeep and trading in my BBQ Jeep for a work truck for him. Oh, sexy, sexy man, you are talking my language!

A minute later, he kinda sorta killed the buzz by asking, "But what if we have another baby? The space, ya know? Where would we put a 2nd car seat?"

Well, we'd be screwed, that's what. You practically have to be a gymnast to get a car seat into Mustard. But I'm so not going there right now. I want to daydream about conversion kits and trade-ins for as long as I can.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Monday Has Landed

On Saturday, when Hubster returned home from Texas, he won mega brownie points with his lil wifey by surprising me with all the available DVD boxed sets of BSG. Squee!

Well, Saturday was too busy to do much, so I figured we'd have a cozy little Sunday together, but since everyone knew hubster was home, we got a neverending series of phone calls and visitors.

My godfather arrived in the late afternoon, and since he'd popped in, I told him about that come-and-go tooth ache I've been having since last week. (Week before last? It all blends, and I blame the aliens.)

Anyway, GF decided we should take a little jaunt up to the office to take a look at the tooth, but he didn't want me to drag around "primping" because he had to be back to watch the superbowl with his Oldest. So, I graced his presense in my Save the Humans T shirt and my favority-est pair of Tripp army pants that look like I salvaged them from a dumpster because they're huge, too long, and have big frayed out hems because I've been barefoot in them and the hems get caught under my feet. Honestly, I looked dreadful. Thankfully my family doesn't love me for the way I dress, or I'd be one lonely girl.

So we took Xrays of my teeth, and he did a cleaning for me. I that squeaky, just polished feeling. It was a great checkup. I have a weak spot on one tooth, but no problems. Around V-Day I'm going to go in afterhours and he'll bond over the weak spot so to protect it. Sounds like a plan to me. *thumbs up*

Today I have to put on the big girl panties and really knuckle down on my revisions. No more slacking; call deadlines are Friday. Foo. There's not all that much to do on the story really, but good grief I'm struggling for the motivation to do it. I may have to call on my crit partners to crack the whip.

So there it is. The grand plan. Writing, Mini, and peeking in on Oldest now and again - he's not feeling too great, poor thing. I'm out for now. I hope you all have a smooth and sick-free Monday!

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Slacker Sunday

It happened this morning - Summer fever. I'm so ready. I blame Mini because he keeps asking to go to the lake, but it's far too cold. But the weather hasn't stopped me from thinking ahead. Shame on me, but even with the economy like it is, I've been looking up Jeep porn. (shown above)

See, I've been having this perverted fantasy lately about trading in BBQ Jeep for a brand spanking new Mustard Jeep like the very one above. Yes, we already have a Mustard Jeep, but hubby has been driving it since I needed the grocery-getter that better fits a car seat. Then again, I'm no longer having to climb into the backseat to get Minibeast into the car seat, so it's practical again to drive Mustard. Hm...

The only thing is I'd really, really prefer an automatic transmission this go around because there is nothing that quite says OMG! We're gonna die! like being stuck at rush hour on an incline overpass in Baton Rouge and having to mind the clutch. Trust me on this. *_*

The next vehicle will definitely be a Jeep, because that's how I roll, but there is this long standing prophecy in our house that since we do have a Mustard, the next Jeep that follows must be a Ketchup. Matching set and all that, ya know? Not sure how I feel about that, but there it is.

Anyway, it's just a racy daydream. The only affordable summer prep I can do at this point is make a mixtape (mix CD?) for the future. I think I might just do that. If anyone actually reads this, what are your "summer songs"? You know, those songs that just scream summer time to you when you hear them?

Sublime is my summer band/album of choice. I'd have posted a vid of What I Got, but everything on youtube is embedding disabled. That album reminds me of the summer of 1996, when hubby and I had the Blazer S10. What a rockin' little vehicle to take to the beach. That thing was covered with sand inside and out by the end of that summer, and Oldest (who was 5 at the time) had a stack of floaties and sandbuckets tossed in the back. There just about wasn't room for anything else back there. Great times. That truck smelled like coconut sunscreen for at least 3 months after summer. ^_^

At any rate, summer fever. That's me. But there's still such a long way to go...