Wednesday, June 25, 2008


Wrote around six thousand words this last weekend. *smile*
Go me!

But what really weighs on my mind this evening is anonymity and the freedom it allows.
I like message boards. Really, I do. I like to pop my opinion out there and either support or negate what is already being said. And for message boards where I visit quite frequently, there is a sense of community.
I love it.
Now. I'm pretty sure we're all aware of my lack of shyness. *GRINS* I'm just saying. But, quite honestly, I don't surround myself with multitudes of people whom I hang out with on a day-to-day basis. Not at all, in fact. I'm very solitary. So I find myself seeking out at least a sense of community.
And since I don't have it in my every day life, I suppose I find it online.

I have a "username." Too much fun picking THAT bad boy out. And I have a profile where I fill in pertinent information. Then I post to my heart's content and find my "friends" online. And it fills the need. Not to mention, these people don't know me. I don't prevaricate on the boards. But it's not like these lovely individuals see me every day and can measure my posted words to my every day words.
There is a degree of freedom in that. In expressing myself without all the disapproval and shit that can go along with it.
I'm me. With all the fun that entails.
So. If you're bipping around and find a slightly snarky individual who loves chocolate with nuts, buttered pecan ice-cream, and has three maddening lovely teenage daughters...don't blow my cover.

Friday, June 20, 2008


Monday, June 30, at 7 p.m. local author Crystal Inman will speak about the ins and outs of writing and publishing your own romance novel. Also, during her program titled, "Are You Ready for Romance?", the audience is invited to bring their used romance novels to exchange with other attendees.
This will be at the Shawnee Public Library. So come see me!!!
We will have too much fun.


My horoscopal truth for today:

You are still a little run-down, but you can tell that your energy levels are just about to spike. If you can wait for that to happen -- tomorrow, most likely -- you should be able to take on almost anything!

Amen, my lovelies. Amen.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

The bra saga continues...

I have this piece of wire sticking out from my left cup and gouging the bejeezus out of my chest.
This little piece of wire could seriously be a shank in the Barbie world. You know...Barbie goes to prison. She could fuck someone right up with this sharp little piece of metal.
Probably double her time. But what does Barbie care? She's a bad bitch. *grins*
Something must be done, I'm telling ya.
But every time I pull the damn underwire out, the bra loses a bit of its shape. Better that, I suppose, than me losing a bit (or more than a bit) of skin.
Pulled out the damn wire.
Girls are breathing easier.
Who invented the underwire bra, anyway? I am sooooooooooooo looking that up and sending bad, bad thoughts to him. Yeah. I'm pretty sure it was a "him."


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I'm wondering what I've done (or God knows-SAID) to have the Department of Justice looking at my blog and website. *grins*
I did get quite pissed off when one of the news websites critiqued Danielle Steele's latest and used the term "bodice ripper."
And yeah...I may have left a snarky message referring to the term. Sure. Right. *smile*
Free speech, right?
Department of Justice
What the bloody hell???
Also...there's a lovely person from Louth, Ireland that drops by my website on almost a daily basis. Drop me a line!!! I'd love to chit-chat. Then there's the usual "Crystal Inman playboy" search. *eye roll*
Kudos, however, to the individual that googled "Sexy Crystal Inman." You're on my Christmas Card list.

Back to the business of writing this weekend. Royally going to piss off the chickens but oh well. They want to go and do on the weekends. I want to rest and write. Hell of an issue when they get in a snit over it.
Working on Earth Goddess and WATS. Zipping right along there. Looking good. And I feel the urge.
Ahhhhh, gotta love that.
Read "Lover Enshrined" by Ward and "The Healer" by Sharon Sala. Enjoyed both. My only large drawback with LE is that Ward didn't let me revisit all my old favorites. I understand she's moving forward, but DAMN!!! I miss Butch and Vishous.
And, damn it, my underwire in my bra is going haywire. Shit, I have a piece of wire sticking my skin between the girls. *sigh*
Bras suck.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Monday, Monday

Let's see.
Had my last nicotine nail yesterday evening a bit after seven. And do I want one? Or six?
Sure, I do.
I would smoke three or four on the way to work. Two at break. Three at lunch. Two more at last break. Three or four on the way home. Plus at least half a dozen more that night. Usually more.
There's that.

Cleaned yesterday. Did my sheets and whatnot. Caught up on laundry. And did Tae-Bo.
Yep. Ya heard me. TAE-BO.
Let me tell ya, I haven't done tae-bo in years. But when I did, you could really tell. And me, being the all or nothing individual that I am, threw myself right in there. So my right hip is killing me!!! LOL
Nice feeling of accomplishment going on yesterday.
Craving the nicotine and cursing the fact that it's Monday.
Higher hopes for tomorrow.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Giving up the nicotine

Oh yes. It's true.
You know...I started smoking about a year and a half ago. After the house fire. After the person I thought was the love of my life-screwed me over and then left. So, um, yeah. It was a great couple of months.
I turned to the nicotine. It was my crutch. And believe, I leaned on it aplenty.
And now I'm rather sick of it. And I'll be damned if I let something else rule me-so to speak.
Screw a large size bunch of that.
Opened up my last pack of cigarettes today.
So when I hop aboard the Bitchfest Central because my body is intensely craving that sorry shit, just bear with me.
I'm sure I'll get back to my lovely self soon enough.
Probably not soon enough for my children. But oh damn well.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

My head...the Final Frontier

Caught just the last half of an old Star Trek episode the other day with Baby Chicken. She was fascinated. Just shows the good stuff lasts. No matter the three decade span. *grins*

Feeling a bit apathetic of late. Not too good, methinks. Seems like the economy and life in general just seem to sucketh.
Ok, parts. Not ALL of it. *smile*
But enthusiasm? Not. So. Much.

Oldest Chicken came home for the weekend from Upward Bound. And let me just tell ya...after she ran out of stories...she SLEPT for two days. Not to mention the thoughtless heifer had her bags packed and ready to go Saturday evening even though she didn't have to be back until Sunday after 6 pm.
Good thing I'm not prone to complexes, eh?

Work is damn busy. Summer always kicks our collective ass. So I struggle with getting up in the morning. Once damn enthusiasm. *sigh*
They need to bottle that stuff.
Plus, I feel like I have to be the entertainment director for Baby Chicken. If I hear "I'm bored" one more freakin' time...I'm likely to put aside maternal feelings and say something decidedly unpleasant.
Middle Chicken is just getting along with her bad self. She's been banned (for now) from MySpace and Runescape for taking it upon herself to contact a certain boy on there. It's a bitch being the parent sometimes, isn't it???
Yeah. That's what I think.

Wrote a bit this last weekend. Earth Goddess will be finished by the end of August. It's not an uphill, in the snow, struggle like Wind Goddess. Thank the Lord for that one.
And I want to finish WATS and shove it off to an agent. After I coo and say a little prayer over it. LOL

That's about it from here. I'm sure I've forgotten something. Or several somethings.
Later blogs, my dears. Later blogs.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

This is what happens when you let your kids read your blog and take them to work with you. Sorry Boo. LMAO

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Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Wind Goddess Now Available!

Sylvia Masters lives her life by numbers. She’s a wedding planner with an ambitious eye and a will to succeed. When Tristan Calhoun hires her to put together his sister’s wedding, sparks fly. He’s a man accustomed to giving orders and being blindly obeyed. Sylvia assures him that she’ll be the one giving orders and blindly obeying isn’t in the plan, either.
Tempest, the Wind Goddess, must guide Sylvia to a happy future to ascend to a higher level. But it’s a tall order when the Wind Goddess finds herself trying to help a woman who is as stubborn as she is.
Three powerful people. A couple who don’t know whether they want to kiss or kill each other. And a massive wedding to plan.
It’s going to take a goddess.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008


This is part of the OCD (Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder) cocktail.
And I gots it.
I'm not nearly as bad as I used to be. Though my ex often called me "monkish" after Adrian Monk of USA station fame. You know...the character that boils his toothbrush and polishes the doorknobs.
I'm not nearly as frantic as I used to be about checking stats and whatnot. Though my website has increased its hits.
Hey! I didn't go cold turkey, either.

My obsessive traits include constantly checking the front door to see if its locked. (It is)
Checking my alarm clock to make sure the alarm is set for a certain time every morning. (I check four times. It's my magic number.)
The microwave MUST stop on an odd number. And I don't like to hear it ding.
If I get a word stuck in my head...God forbid. Then I have to say the word aloud. I suppose its like purging my gray matter.
All manner of oddities, I assure you.
I gotta know.
What are some of yours?