Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Happy Halloween!


Yes, yes... my horns are showing.

I've been running errands since I climbed out of bed this morning, but I managed to get Oldest off to his party, I got my mom out of a fix with her truck, talked on the phone with my grandma, and now I am home with my shoes off! This year I'm dressing up [last minute!] as the one and only Ebil Cora. Fear me! Muahahahaha!

I know, I know...not too much of a stretch. But it's something, right? ~_^

Time to go pop the popcorn and pop The Wolf Man into the DVD player. I hope you all have a wonderful evening full of candy, treats, and other delights. Happy Halloween!

Friday, October 30, 2009

It's Friday and I Have Tea




Oy, I have caught Mini's ick. Yesterday I wrestled with whether or not to send him to school. He was feeling better, but I wasn't and the rain made me wary of getting out of the house. In the end I decided, I'll take him because at least I'll have a few minutes alone at home to recoup in peace. So, feeling horrible, I drove the lil mite to school and signed him in. I didn't walk into the class and told his teacher from the door - "Don't come near me, I'm sick."

After I left there, I went and bought groceries then came home and unloaded them in the rain. I figured I better do it then before the really bad weather hits us. So after all the groceries were put away, it was around 9:20. I crashed across the bed a few minutes, and was laying there watching it rain when I decided I'd probably feel better if I took a hot bath. So... I fished out a change of clothes and took the phone with me to the bathroom - it's a habit, because no matter what, anytime I go to hop in the shower during daylight hours, someone is gonna call me.

I wasn't disappointed this time either. I'd just stepped both feet in the bathwater when the phone rang. It was my mom. She bought the man and myself an anniversary card and wanted to bring it over. I asked her when, because I had just climbed into the bath. She said no rush, but that she'd be over in a little while. So, I hung up the phone and cried in the tub for a while before washing my hair and shaving my legs. I know people mean well, but when I'm sick, sometimes I just need a little down time.

Mom came over around 10, and brought treats for the pooches. Divadog already looks like she's swallowed a football, but she is like a ravenous beast. Those puppies are coming any day now, I swear. Anyway, mom and I had a good chat. She stayed until almost noon, when her phone rang and it was my Uncle Mike in Texas. He wanted to talk to me, and so she passed her cell phone over, and I spent a few minutes joking around with him. Mom was glaring daggers at me after about five minutes, she'd realized the time and needed to go. I heard her telling Mike on the phone on her way out the door - "I've got so much running to do today!"

Mom had just left when Hubster made it in for lunch. He was muddy from working in the rain, and had to take his boots off outside. I'd warmed up a pot of homemade chicken soup for him, and he came in ready to wolf down a bowl. He also was feeling *cough, cough* flirty. Here I am, like a zombie - really. Stuffy yet runny nose. Body aches. Wet hair. Oh, and I'm lightheaded from cold medicine. Sexy no? He seemed to think so. I'm not going to knock that. :P But I did tell him I was feeling awful.

We chatted while he ate, and he checked the weather radar online. That's about all he had time for before he had to go back to work.

Once he was out the door. I stood in the dining room and looked up at the clock. It was twenty til one, the house is a wreck, and I can't take a nap now because it's likely I would't wake up in time to get Mini from school. So, I sat in my desk chair with a cup of peppermint tea and cried some more. Why? Hell, I don't know. Just a sick thing, I guess.

I tinkered around with my story for a while. I am in LOVE with my new hero, and feel really charged about the story itself, but I tell you... it's nearly impossible to write when you feel so addle brained. I found that out yesterday. I wrote about 500 words and reread through some of it and - WTF? Did any of it make sense? Um, not much. I decided that was dangerous territory, so I stopped there before I made any huge "progress" I'd have to cut once the haze of yuck lifts. Even crap writing is painful to slice out when you see your word count start dropping.

After that, I opened up SL and browsed around there a few minutes. I didn't have a lot of time for it yesterday. I had about 20 minutes before I had to go pick up Mini, and the site kept glitching on me.

Oh, last night, after hubster got home... He was talking to me about work, and I followed him into the bedroom. He was running a bath, and searching for pajamas, so I crashed across the bed, watching him and listening. Um, I fell asleep while listening to him. No kidding. It took less than four minutes. The man just left me there.

Around eight, he came and shook me awake. I remember him telling me something about a cool werewolf documentary on Animal Planet. Something like that. He told me to come on in the living room, and left the bedroom door open. See, I remember that. However, I don't remember actually going into the living room. *_*

Shortly before nine o'clock, I woke up on the couch. Mini was chatting me up, and I was laying on about three hot wheels cars and a stuffed animal. Hubster looked at me from the opposite couch. "I thought you'd be interested in this show."

I probably would've been if I'd been conscious.

I told the man I don't know why everyone is so bound and determined to "make me" do things when I'm sick. When they can see I'm sick. I just don't get it. Come over here - do this - watch that. Ok. I'm too tired and zombie-fied to argue with you. I'll just sit right here where you want me to and...zzzzzzz.... Yep. That pretty much sums it up.

Right before he went to bed, he stopped to give me a kiss and said I should go on to bed, too. I planned to after I gave Mini a bath. It was around 11 before I got the kidlet to bed. I usually stay up, but I went on to bed too, and I swear I slept like I'd been knocked in the head with a brick. No dreams. No tossing and turning. Nothing. I imagine I snored the house down. Heh.

I woke up at almost nine this morning and it's storming. At some point, Mini had climbed up in the bed with me, and was just laying there smiling at me. Now that's a great way to wake up. ^_^

I didn't feel well enough to drive - I'm still all spacey and lightheaded. So I called in and told the folks at his school that the sick stuff is cycling through our house and there's nothing I can do about it. Mini will be back Monday.

So that's that. My very surreal yesterday. Today, if I can focus a bit better *fingers crossed* I'm going to work on my pitch book. I have my hero and heroine together very early on in the story, but I've hit a snag. I know why HE is there, but why is she there? Her reason seems valid on the surface, but would her family allow it? When she returns home, I can't seem to make that piece fit. Looks like I may need to rework her side of the story.

Have a happy Friday, everyone! I'm off to make tea, and sort through note cards. Sounds like an awesome way to start the weekend. :0)

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Happy Writing Session




It's been a good writing day! I took home 1500 words, and the scene I wrote brought tears to my eyes. I'm very, very happy with today's work, and it's been a while since I've been able to say that about a project. It's taken me nearly a month just to shake the whole ho-hum thing. I don't know what it is, but while talking to Cass Curtis earlier today, I told her I felt like I might finally be getting my writing mojo back. I certainly hope so.

I do think Mini has given me a touch of his ick. I've stayed tough against both Oldest's attempts at bringing home the flu, but I woke up this morning and I have a stuffy nose. I'd rather eat worms. Ok, well, maybe not. But I don't like this stuffy nose thing. Annoys the bejeezus out of me. At any rate, I think Minibeast should be well enough to return to school tomorrow, although he tells me "Nooooooooo!" Boy, they start young, don't they?

Tonight I'll probably drink tea and go over what I've written today. We'll see. I plan to tackle this story during NaNo - I just need to go sign up. Anyone else doing NaNo this year?

That's all for now. I need to get a soup going. Hubster will be home from work soon. Happy Wednesday, everyone! ~_^

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Writing in the Rain



Hubby left a very sweet email in my inbox this morning. It's our 19th wedding anniversary today. :*) Tonight we may or may not go out to dinner. He's wrangling with his boss to get off a little early, but I've already told him it's okay if he can't. The company was understanding when Hubster had to abruptly take off for DC to see his dad in the hospital, but they are pushing a critical deadline on the job right now and they're already short handed.

I told the man a movie at home is fine with me. Couch cuddling keeps a marriage strong. ;0) He bought that movie Drag Me To Hell a few weeks ago, and although that has been at the top of our watch list, we never got around to watching it. So there's something. The title is perhaps *cough, cough* not something that goes hand in hand with "anniversary" per say - LOL - but we've never been conventional. I'm looking forward to it.

There are a few cool things going on in writing at the moment. There is a squeaky fresh, do not miss interview with Dorchester Editor Leah Hultenschmidt at Barbara Vey's blog at Publisher's Weekly. Be sure to check it out! Included with the interview is a list of what she is and isn't looking for - always good to know.

Slackers rejoice! If you visit Dr. Wicked's Write or Die you'll notice the desktop version is now available! It works for Mac, Windows, and it's supposed to work for Linux. At any rate, the program is small - roughly 3MB downloaded, if I remember right - and costs $10.00 through PayPal. I'm not affiliated with Dr. Wicked in anyway, but I use the online version pretty often. Since my DSL isn't all the reliable being that I live way out here in the sticks, I bought the desktop version this morning. I LOVE IT. It works just like the one online, but gives you more options. You can save to file, save to blog, change the skin, etc. A really handy tool if you need someone to crack a whip over you to meet your word count.

So there you have it. All my news for today. BTW, How gorgeous is that picture? It was taken by bigsister861 on webshots. I do believe she has found my dream house. :*) Happy Tuesday everyone!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Kick A Pirate




I just got home from driving Mini to school. Oldest has the ick, so he's off in bed, snoring the house down. Poor thing. I'm going to have to keep an eye on him. Hubby has instilled this horrific fear of swine flu in me. Against Mini's loud protests, I took him to school. At least there everyone seems healthy - no sniffles, coughs, or sneezes.

Too, he gets bored at home through the day now. He's used to having 24/7 entertainment and attention at school from teachers and other kids, so now when he's home with me all day he acts bored. He had me practically jumping through hoops over the weekend - Mimi, let's color. Mimi, let's build blocks, play cars, go out to the swing set. It was fun, but a bit exhausting, especially with me staying up all hours of the night effing around on SL and chatting with Cass.

I wrote 1k words yesterday, and I'm happy with that. The story has taken a turn in a direction I hadn't anticipated, but it's exciting, so I'm just going to go with it and see where it takes me. If it starts going too far out on a tangent, I'll reel it back in using my plot cards. Until then, there is this whole dark and dangerous vibe I'm exploring. ;0)

Speaking of writing and writer-ly things, friends have sent me two links to a couple of very good articles on the interwebz. Cassandra Curtis sent me this: One is a link to Shiloh Walker's blog post about piracy. I swear to all that's holy, I couldn't agree with her more. I don't know her, but she wins my blog hero, kick a pirate in the crotch award of the year.

The other link is to an article on Dear Author about the state of the romance market. Or maybe it's erotic romance market. Eh, it all blends. At any rate, the article is based on observations made by Laura Bradford of the Bradford Literary Agency.

That's all I have for today. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things now that we have the man back from DC, and the month is winding down. Hopefully this will bring back some of my writing mojo. Wish me luck! ;0)

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Settling In




Hubster is on his way back from DC. I got a call earlier this morning and he told me he was almost to Vicksburg. I breathed a sigh of relief. It won't be long before he's back home - and I'll be so glad. It's been a roller coaster ride the last few days. His dad is out of ICU and coherent again, and hubster felt confident enough about it to come back so I'm try to relax, but when running on all gears for so many days, it's hard to get out of that mode. It's been like walking on eggshells, waiting for news. It's amazing how much lighter things feel just knowing FIL is out of the dark and hubster's on his way back.

That said, I wrote 1200 words yesterday, and I'm hoping to match that today. I'm also starting to pick my way through the futuristic I finished - I'm cleaning it up bit by bit. I love that story, and hate to give up on it. :*) I got an R on my zombie story, but there was a note that I might be hearing from her in the future to use it for book two - so I don't know. That aside, nothing much going on - I'm revving up for NaNo. Hopefully that'll help me get the lead out. We will see.

That's all for now. I need to hit the coffee pot one more time, and wash a few dishes. I hope you all have a cozy Sunday. ~_^

Friday, October 23, 2009

Hitch Hiking T-shirt


I have a love/hate relationship with eBay. Just when I say I'll never buy again, I can't find what I'm looking for elsewhere, and so back I go a'whoring my shopping soul on eBay. This time, it started innocent enough - guitar strings. For the new bass. It's short scale, and hoping to save myself a trip to Ruston for strings, I went to eBay. Did I buy strings? Um, no. But I did end up bidding on a CBGB t-shirt.

I shouldn't have. Yes, I know this. But it was cheap (.99 cents!) and I like brown. It's hard to tell because the couch tends to amp up the red tones in any picture you attempt to take there - the shirt is tan with dark brown ringers. Tres cute!

I did an immediate payment, got confirmation and waited. And waited. And waited... *_* After about 18 days, I contacted the seller and it was determined the shirt was lost in the mail. So they sent another. Again I waited... I won the auction in September, and the shirt finally arrived a day or so ago. Woot! It's been out in the wild so long, I can't even leave feedback on it. Heh.

Sommer Marsden determined the shirt hitch hiked it's way to Louisiana. I'm pretty sure she's right. Probably hitch hiked the scenic route. Nevertheless, I'm glad it found it's way "home".

Happy Friday, everyone!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Bowl of Cherries




A cousin called Hubster yesterday to let him know that his dad was in the ER at Walter Reed Hospital. Talk about a frazzled mess. Here we are, across the country, and there's not a thing we can do about it. Hubster raced home from work, an emotional mess, and we started trying to figure out how we're going to get to DC.

He left yesterday afternoon for North Carolina, driving to his cousin's house. From there, they plan to carpool and drive the rest of the way to DC.

I waited up until midnight last night for a phone call to find out where he was, and finally called him instead. He'd made it to Atlanta, and was pushing through traffic there. It wasn't as bad as last time, thankfully. This morning, I got a call from him, and he's made it to North Carolina. He's about 40 miles from his cousin's house now. Whew! I imagine he'll take a long snooze once he gets there.

That's pretty much all I've got for now. Seems like I'm having my own personal mini-Mercury retrograde. Ugh. At the very least, I've got the coffee pot going and I'm going to write for a bit when I'm back from hauling Mini to school. That will have to hold me over until more news comes.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Where are the REAL men?



So I was watching a movie the other day - I have no idea what the hell it was called, since it was just one of those flipping through the channels kinda thing. Well, I stopped on this one show because...I don't know why. Something grabbed me, but anyway, I was trying to get into it when it occurred to me that the "man" in the movie - supposedly a grown man, looked like a little boy in a business suit. I mean, he looked like he was barely old enough to sprout peach fuzz.

Is it just me, or have the true manly men retired from movies? Remember when grown men in movies looked like Gregory Peck? I was never attracted to Gregory Peck or anything, but I do like rugged men over pretty boys any day. Screw "guyliner", give me a five o'clock shadow and a few lines by his eyes. A man who looks like he's worked for a living, whether in an office or out in the sun working construction.

The point is, this guy in the movie - who looked like he couldn't have been a day over 22, was supposed to be old enough to have graduated from college and have secured a top spot at a firm? Who's daddy got him that job? Ugh. So effing unreal and annoying. Yeah, I didn't sit through that one all the way. I went back to writing, mostly because I like watching real men. Like Frank Langella as Dog Brown. RAWR. Johnny Depp, David Duchovny, and Kurt Russell are others I can think of. Of course, my fave cylon as well, aka Lew Ashby. I swear tho, the "adults" in movies just keep getting younger and younger. Come on casting directors, 12 year olds aren't the only ones who watch movies. :P

Today there is a virtual book reading going on in Second Life. Author Cassandra Curtis will be reading excerpts from her books - I Put A Spell On You, and I believe The Ghost of Goodacre Hall. She'll also be reading from my books Crossing Borders and Moonlight and Shadows. There are Midnight Moon Cafe t-shirts available at the Phantasmagoria Theater - just touch and receive your free shirt. For the surl for any of these locations, please check out www.cassandracurtis.com/blog - or contact "Cassandra Sharktooth" directly on Second Life. She'll get the info to you asap!

I plan to attempt a few of the readings, but for whatever reason, my computer keeps cutting me out of voice chat. Last night, the general consensus was my mic sounded like "fornicating mice" running rampant on my keyboard. Oy vey! *_* I'm trying to get that fixed, and hope that it isn't just my DSL connection fritzing things.

So I've been working on my "Seth" story for the past few days. I love him. I do. I have a huge crush on him, but I tell ya the story is like pulling teeth. I'm pretty sure it's daily stress getting to me, because it's not like the plot is superdy complicated or anything. Everything sounds stilted, and I'm wary of going any further because of it. I know I can't afford to dwell on that too much though, since it has to be finished sometime in February. Looks like I'm going to have to get in on some timed writings before the month is up just to pick up my word count.

That's everything going on in my world at the moment. I hope you're all having a fabulous Tuesday. ;0)


Sunday, October 18, 2009

Test Results and Zombies




On Friday, after I blogged, I got my blood tests back from the lab. Apparently my blood glucose is fine and there's no sign of anemia, but my thyroid isn't working. So now I'm on Synthroid, and I'm being directed to another doctor. At any rate, I'm glad I know because now the worry is out of the way.

Still, that was a bit of a bummer when I got the news about my thyroid in the mail. My bff just went through a year of hell battling thyroid cancer, and ugh, I just did not want to hear thyroid news. Too, the medication is a pain in the ass to take. You take it on an empty stomach, drink it with a full glass of water, and then you have to wait an hour before eating. Arg. No more zombie walks to the coffee pot first thing in the morning. That's going to be a hard habit to break.

I'm half way through my note cards now. It's slow going. I love the characters, and I've been wanting to write this story, but my heart just hasn't been into writing. Hopefully now that the med tests are behind me, I can get my groove back. I simply haven't felt like myself lately.

On a brighter note, I did find out there were 30 stories chosen for the Ravenous Romance zombie romance anthology - I hope, hope, hope I made the cut. *crosses fingers for luck*

That's about it for now. Better blogging once the depression lifts. I promise. And for those of you that have stuck with me - I humbly thank you.

Hugs and Kisses,
Cora

Friday, October 16, 2009

A Week of Rainy Days




I haven't been posting much lately, so I figured I better come in and fix that today. October is a really busy month for me as far as things go, all the school events, fall fest, Halloween, and our wedding anniversary is this month too.

The parent meeting is over, and thankfully not a lot of people showed up. I think that would've been overwhelming for giving my first meeting since I never went through training orientation. We had a financial planner come in and teach us about cutting wasteful spending and how to save for retirement and the benefit of compound interest. Very good class. I'm thinking of setting Oldest up to take it while he's at an age the savings could really add up for him.

I'm still working on note cards. I have about 30 now. There is a lot of plot crossing with subplot in this one, and while I'd love to simplify this darn thing, I'm not sure it would be long enough if I did. I'm kinda torn about that. I don't want to overwrite the thing. At the same time, I don't want to flounder my way through it.

Today I'm driving Mini to school then running errands. If you're waiting for a book from me or the MMC, I'm mailing out a batch today! So keep an eye on your mailbox. I think sometimes my local mail ladies must cringe when they see me coming. I'm usually bringing a beach bag of packages.

That's it for today. Oh, have I mentioned I'm so flipping glad it's Friday? *does chicken dance* Now perhaps I'll be able to skulk off to a quiet corner and wait out this sinus infection/cold in peace. Getting out in the rain everyday for a week probably hasn't helped, lol. At any rate, I hope you have an awesome weekend! :0)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

MMC Scavenger Hunt Clue

The Midnight Moon Cafe is hosting it's annual scavenger hunt. Join in the fun!




CLUE #1


The last time I saw Mojo he was with Cass. She was trying on wigs and he was on her shoulder watching the fishies in the tank at the wig store. If you can find where Cass gets her wigs, he might still be there.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Backto the Grind v2.0




It's Monday again. Both Oldest and Mini are home with me today since it's Columbus Day, aka - Fall Fest. They'll be hanging around with me until Wednesday, so I imagine there'll be much snarling and gnashing of teeth. Between the two of them in an enclosed space and all this effing rain, I imagine it should be interesting.

I'm working on a batch of note cards for the book I'm planning to pitch at NOLA's Written in the Stars Conference in March. I've finally decided to stick with one story - I've been torn about it for about two weeks, which book to write. Now that I've settled on what kind of smut I'm going to work on, I can start working on the note cards. For those following the divider formula - I want to do a 90k book. So, if the scenes are 1000 words long, I'll need 90 scene cards to meet my word count. Or, in this case, since I'm shooting for 1200 word scenes, I'll need 75. Totally do-able, just got to get my mind in the game.

So, now that the writing bid is underway... At some point today I've got to clean the house. :P It's kinda pointless with the guys here when they can wreck it in two minutes flat, but it's to the point it's bothering me. I've been staring the same throw blanket laying on the couch since Friday. Yeah, yeah, I've been tinkering around on the net too much and shirking the housework. Blah. It's the story of my life.

Well, off to go toss in some laundry and get the beds made before I settle in for another round of procrastination -and note carding. That counts for something, doesn't it?

Happy Monday, everyone!

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Meetings, FTC, and Second Life

Things have kind of worked themselves into a jumble of commitments again, and I'm slowly trying to unravel some of them.

Yesterday was Oldest's grad pictures, and Mini's school pictures are today. The preschool is in the midst of planning for a Halloween carnival thing, the local fair is setting up (Mini sees it on the way to school every morning and goes bonkers), and about a million other things are cropping up on me at the same time.

Tonight is the preK parent/teacher meeting. Remember I'm supposed to hold those meetings? I still haven't gone through any kind of orientation, and no one has spoken to me about policy or protocol. I'm going to request the orientation before the next meeting, or have someone in the loop take over the position. Honestly, I don't mind reading from a sheet, I don't mind doing the meetings overall, but it would be helpful to know some things in advance. As it stands, I have no clue what's going on. If nothing else, it should be interesting, watching me wing this one.

I'm sure you've already heard about the FTC cracking down on "review" bloggers. How full of shit is that? They're threatening to fine people 11k for reviewing material on your blog and not disclosing if it's a donation, a paid for endorsement, etc. You're not supposed to keep a "review item" either after reviewing it - because that counts as compensation. Since I blog here and at the Midnight Moon Cafe, and I do talk about books, and so...as you can imagine, this new regulation against bloggers sincerely pisses me off. To the cockles of my soul pisses me off. For this blog - my personal blog - it feels like my free speech is being stamped on. If I buy a book, or even if someone gives me a book, I'm going to read it and write whatever I want to. Don't think that is going to change.

At the MMC, although we don't do reviews, we often recommend books that we like, and on Saturdays, I sometimes showcase books that have been donated to us and give away those donated copies. We never keep the books that we receive - they are always given away to readers at our blog. Cass and I do this because we LOVE books. We love paranormal romances, and we want to support authors within the paranormal/romance community. This FTC intrusion puts a crimp on what we do. It makes us very cautious to promote other authors, and it shouldn't be like that. Networking is a MUST in the publishing industry. No if, and, or FTC about it.

Truth told, everything the happens at the Midnight Moon Cafe comes directly out of pocket. Everything is paid for by Cassandra and myself: shipping costs, purchase of swag, books, contest prizes, webspace, etc. It mounts quickly. And yet, if we suggest a book, or talk about books donated to us - books we always give out through contests - that is considered an endorsement.

Honestly, I think the FTC needs to refocus it's efforts on media piracy. If they're looking to money off "criminals" on the internet, perhaps they should go after the ones that create fee-based membership forums then turn around and offer unlimited downloads to pirated material.

You know what this whole thing says to me? It tells me the FTC can't seem to hunt down the true bad guys, so they're going to go after whoever they are able to find. Whatever the case, I can guarantee you this - bloggers aren't going to be the only ones hit. I've said it once already: it's only a matter of time before the big hats come in to start regulating the interwebz. Consider this the start of it. They'll chip away at it little by little. Hide and watch.

On a completely unrelated topic - Second Life. Google it. Go ahead, you know you want to. :P
Anyway, the lovely Cass is completely to blame for luring me in. Above you'll find a picture of my avatar -Cora Waverider. Click the picture to make it bigger. BTW, I nearly fell out when "Waverider" appeared as a last name for my character. See, you can choose your first name - anything you want, but the last name must be selected from a list. How cool one of my book titles ended up on my list? ^_^

If you're on Second Life, the Midnight Moon Cafe will be doing virtual readings this month. There is a tentative list up at www.midnightmooncafe.com. If you can drop in and visit us, that would be great!


That's all I've got at the moment. I should get back to writing while the getting is good. ;0) Happy Thursday, everyone!

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

It's All About The Socks




This post contains a wee bit TMI, but for the sake of proving my own insanity, I'm gonna post it anyway. Kiddies, don't try this at home.

Yesterday was doctor day, and I haven't been since 2005. Or maybe 2006? It all blends, but either way, my last visit wasn't long after Minibeast was born. I haven't felt well lately, and have known for a while I need[ed] testing to get back on insulin, have my blood pressure checked, and basically get a check up to make sure all the girly bits are doing okay.

The morning of the appointment, I decided I'm going to take Mini to my mom's instead of sending him to school, because I kinda thought the sitting in the waiting room part of the appointment was probably going to run longer than I'd originally anticipated. [Isn't that usually the way?] So, still in pjs, I race Mini over to mom's. She shows me all her new flower arrangements, and I am cheery, chatting with her, etc, etc. In a nutshell, yes, I got distracted.

It's almost 9 when I leave her house, and somewhere on the 13 mile drive back to my house to shower, change into day clothes, put on makeup, and drink more coffee before heading toward Ruston, I realize that ideally 9 is when I should be leaving my house. You know, for my 10 am appointment. See? See what happens when I don't have enough coffee?

I drive 75 all the way home, very awake sans coffee, and race into the house to get dressed. At this point, the shower is more like a suds-n-scrub down in the sink, and the makeup is a no-go. I get dressed: jeans, blouse, and...socks.

I typically wear flip flops or sandals when in a hurry; however, it would have to rain on appointment day so I wanted to wear my Doc oxfords to keep my feet dry.

I swear, every pair of socks I pulled out of my dresser drawer had something wrong with them. One pair of trouser socks were so worn, I could see clear through the bottom of them. Another pair I dug out: black slouch socks from 1987. Yes. I mean that. They have "bees" sewn on them because they went with my cheerleader uniform back in jr. high and high school. *_*

Basically I went into a sock sorting frenzy trying to find "the" pair of socks to wear to the OB/GYN, because let's face it - when you're on that table, it's all about the socks.

You have to strip down to nothing behind that curtain, put on a paper gown with the opening in the front, then climb onto that horrible stirrup table and drape an over-sized paper towel across your knees. Admit it. When you're sitting up there, the dignity you had when you walked into that ice cold room is lost. All that's left of your staunch feminine pride is your effing SOCKS. Am I wrong?

So therefore, when I go to the doctor, the socks must be sparkly. The socks must have no holes and be brilliantly white.

Of course, I had no new, and/or sparkly white socks in my drawer. I did however find one pair of socks that looked relatively new, no fabric pills or rubbing. No gray/dingy areas. No threadbare areas - they're gray and orange striped Halloween socks with gold tinsel around the top, and ghosts on the sides. Printed below the ghosts: the year "2002" - just in case you wanted to commemorate that particular Halloween, I guess. Classy, no?

Okay, they were - are -hideous, but I really couldn't afford anymore lost time over socks, so I wore 'em to my appointment. I must say, they might be 7 years old, but they served me well. Even so, on my way home after the doctor visit, mom needed me to pick up a few things for her at the store before returning to pick up Mini. While shopping, I picked up a package of white socks to keep in the drawer for emergencies. Another life lesson learned.

Speaking of the doctor - blood testing. I'm a walking bruise this morning. The nurse couldn't find a vein in my right arm. Oy. She stuck me about four times, and I finally had to tell her to tap the other arm. She almost couldn't get one in the other arm either. Ah well, at least the blood testing is out of the way. They took two vials for an HA1C glucose screening, thyroid check, and I think they're doing a check on triglycerides...blah, blah, blah. I have no idea what else. I guess I'll find out when the lab bill rolls in.

I went in that morning thinking I'd be put back on insulin, but it pretty much boils down to no answers and no treatment until my test results come in. For that wealth of knowledge, I paid $106.00. Oh, wait, they did tell me I have high blood pressure [who's surprised after my morning sock fiasco?], but if I want to do anything about the blood pressure problem, I have to choose a primary care provider. Of course, I've gotta go to another doctor. I'm also supposed to remind that PCP doctor that I'm still of an age to spawn, so it has to be some kind of high blood pressure medicine that is safe in case hubster and I have decide to [or accidentally *cough, cough*] create more offspring.

At any rate, it was a day of pain and moderate footwear humiliation. Otherwise, not too shabby.

Today's agenda is to chill out and write for a bit. Oh, and work on laundry, because the hamper is full again. It's a never ending cycle.


Monday, October 05, 2009

Doctor Day

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It's finally here - doctor day. Time to go sit in a cold office and have a professional scowl at me. I hate to say it, but it's long overdue. All last night I worried I wouldn't be back in time to pick up Mini from school, so this morning I called my mom and asked her to keep him at her house until I get back. She agreed.

Once I've done that, I've got to "make the loop" and drop by Mini's preschool this morning, turn in the raffle ticket books I put together, and tell them why he's not there.

I can already picture most of my day spent in the Jeep, and I probably won't get around to writing until tonight. But once this is out of the way, I won't have to worry about it again for a while.

Off to get Mini dressed. Happy Monday!

Friday, October 02, 2009

Free From Synopsis Hell

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I'm behind again! I meant for this to go out on Thursday, but I got bogged down with other things. I've gotten so much accomplished over the past two days, it's hard not to smile about it. Last night I finished my synopsis. I'd hoped to enter this puppy in the Susannah, but the power went out for about three hours last night so I missed my chance. Apparently it wasn't meant to be.

At any rate, the synopsis is finished, and I'll be sending it out for crit partner perusal this weekend. The book itself needs polishing, cropping, and re-blocking, but at least I have something solid to work with. FYI, this will be my pitch book for the Written in the Stars conference in March 2010. [Unless, of course, I shop it out sooner and it gets accepted.]

Okay, there are a couple of cool things going on that I've been meaning to post about...

First things first, Ray Garton, author of the vampire novel Live Girls, is auctioning off a manuscript critique on eBay. The auction includes a full critique of your work, and a online chat with the author himself. The starting bid is at $200.00.

There is an interesting interview with Jaid James, owner of Ellora's Cave, over at Author's Toolbox. If you've ever thought about submitting a story to EC, be sure to take a peek.

And this last bit, which is a bit ranty so read at your own risk.

The battle against ebook piracy never ends. Yes, I've discovered I'm being pirated yet again, but it's on such a broad scope, I did little else but report the site itself to the feds. Wah, hiss, cry...yeah, I know.

I also know there are a lot of people torn on the subject of ebook piracy - some who believe it's not hurting anyone, or that authors are rich from the feeble royalties they get every year. Oh, and of course, there are the asshats who think piracy should be looked at as free publicity for the author. I have a special love for those witty pirates - it's called #gofuckyourselfyoudipshit .

Don't get me wrong, I'm not attempting to open a dialogue on the subject. My opinion on the matter isn't going to change no matter what. It is interesting to me; however, that no one - NO ONE - that I can think of wants the interwebz regulated by the government. Still, I look for it to happen eventually. Why? Because pirates not only steal from authors, musicians, movie studios, etc. etc... the bottom line is, they are stealing from the tax man. And as we all know, come hell or high water, Uncle Sam is going to get his.

Oh, it might not be tomorrow. Or next year. But eventually. I believe it's inevitable. When it does happen, be sure to send a thank you card to the epirates for their contribution, because fraud and lawlessness will be the perfect reason for the government to launch a windscreen. The fact of the matter is no one gets a free ride forever. The sad part? In the end it's going to bite us all in the ass. BTW, just for the sake of saying so, I know that sounds conspiratorial and bitchy. So be it. Give it twenty years and we'll revisit.

In the meantime, I'm going about my merry way. It's Friday, gorgeous out, and I have laundry to fold. Oh! And a book to buy. There is a certain werewolf guide I MUST have this weekend. Trip to BAM imminent. ;0)

Happy Friday, everyone!