Saw a friend of mine today that I haven't seen for YEARS! And I've known her since third grade. Yeah. You just hush. I'm aware of how many decades ago that was. *grins*
So we caught up a bit. And I saw her daughter. And she saw two of my three chickens. Wow. Time really DOES fly. And just for a refresher...ALL my chickens will be in middle school next year.
*sinking into chair*
Yes
Heaven help me.
In other news...the kittens are now getting about in the yard by sitting in the girls' shoes and rowing with a popsicle stick.
I. Am sick. Of this blasted rain.
Hope to go swimming Saturday. We'll see how that pans out. And I'll be writing Sunday. Yes. ALL DAY. Come hell, high water, or um...whatever else. It must be done. Also sending off money for my next Romantic Times Ad. I think it's going to be out in November. Yeah. Pretty sure that's the month.
We're closed the Fourth of July next week. And we close early on the third. Yay! So we'll have to see what mischief and mayhem the chickens and I can stir up. *rubbing hands together*
Woe to the unsuspecting is all I'm saying.
Grins*
addendum: And when I check my sitemeter and it says people are finding their way here by googling or searching "anbesol addict"...I worry. I really do. *snickering*
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
The scenic route
Got off at 5:30 pm yesterday and didn't get home until a little before 7:00 pm. A twenty-five minute trip took a little bit longer than expected. I usually head down a backroads highway (it's a straight shot from work to home). No such luck.
The road flooded.
Of course...I didn't know it until I was RIGHT ON TOP OF IT. And then two men blocking the road gave me the "turn around" signal. I wanted to give them a signal, too. But I was afraid I'd see them in town somewhere.
I ended up going about thirty-five miles out of my way just to get home. And with the price of gas the way it is...I was none too happy. In fact, I'm sure I ground my molars back a bit more. While clenching the steering wheel with white knuckles.
This rain is a complete 180 from last year. You know...112 degrees outside. Sweltering heat.
I would surely love a medium ground here. You know...somewhere between "hell on earth" and "build an ark."
Onwards and upwards.
Is it Friday yet? *laughing*
This has been the longest week, I swear. And although I appreciate the necessity of slowing down and enjoying life...the enjoyment of this week is pretty much over. Let's all move it along now.
I thought I had writing news. But I guess...not. *snickering*
I do have a short story in Summer Solstice Scorchers available now. And so I'll leave you with a bit of a blurb and excerpt.
"Conjuring Cade" by C'ann Inman
blurb:
Witchcraft in the wrong hands can be…exciting as hell.
Bliss Monroe hates her sister’s reading material. She considers it trashy and ridiculous. Until the quiz about finding the perfect man catches her eye. But Bliss doesn’t realize that her sister hexed her magazines. And every answer that Bliss marks down will change her life. In a most delightful, erotic way.
Excerpt:
Bliss picked up the magazine on the kitchen table and frowned. Her younger sister was reading that trash again. All the bullshit advice on how to find a man or how to orgasm or where to touch herself/her man/or anyone else.
Yeah, right. She snorted and started toward the trash when Harmony came rushing through the door.
“Drop it!”
Bliss narrowed her blue eyes. “Drop what?”
“My magazine.” Harmony scowled. “You know I like reading those.” She marched over and snatched the magazine from her sister’s hand. She uncrumpled it with a low growl. “Just because you don’t like reading it doesn’t mean it doesn’t serve a purpose.”
“Yeah.” Bliss walked over and picked up her cup of coffee. “Its purpose is to rope you into spending money on shit you don’t need and buying into that whole shallow world.”
Harmony rolled her dark green eyes. “And here I thought they were just trying to make some money. I didn’t realize they had such a sinister purpose.”
Bliss held out her hand, and the magazine flew over to her and landed neatly in her upturned palm. “Hmm. Let’s see.” The pages rippled for a second before they stilled. Bliss nodded. “How to Make Magic with Mortals.” She rolled her eyes. “What kind of bullshit is this?” She flipped another couple of pages. “What To Do When His Wand Won’t Work.” Bliss snickered. “And they’re not talking about the one he holds in his hands.” She chuckled. “Or maybe they are.” She started to move a couple more pages when Harmony stood with fists clenched.
“Just because you’re a total failure in the male department doesn’t mean the rest of us should have to suffer.” Harmony held out her hand, and Bliss let her will the magazine back to her. She held up her head. “I’ll look for an article about witches who turn their men gay. Okay?”
“Hey!” Bliss growled. “There were only two of them. And I had nothing to do with that!” She shrugged. “Besides. Steve and John are going to help redecorate my bedroom. Could be worse.”
Harmony stared at her. “Are you hearing yourself?”
“Yes.” Bliss studied her younger sister for a moment. “How did you know I was about to trash that, anyway?”
Harmony’s cheeks flamed, and she looked everywhere but at her older sister. “I put a little spell on it,” she muttered.
“You’re hexing your reading material now?” Bliss narrowed her eyes. “You were careful, weren’t you? We both know you’re not quite ready for your witch’s license yet.”
“Of course I was careful! I cast the spell because we both know you don’t like what I read! You think I should have my nose buried in a textbook like you did.” Harmony sighed. “But that’s not me.”
“I’ve seen your grades, sister. I know that isn’t you. That’s why when you head off to camp tomorrow, this little piece of joy will stay here with me.” The magazine floated in the air over to Bliss, and she closed her hand around it.
“You’re so unfair!” Harmony stomped her foot and glared at her older sister. Her green eyes shot sparks. “Do you even remember what it was like to be nineteen?”
“It was only a decade ago, Harmony. Not a millennia. Of course I remember.” Bliss looked at the clock. “Time for you to go to school.” She made shooing motions. “Off you go.”
Harmony scowled. “I really don’t like you.”
“I know.”
She slid her shoes on and grabbed her backpack. “Really, really don’t like you.”
“I’m aware of it.”
Harmony’s mouth flattened into a tight line. “Tyrant.”
“Have a good day at school.” Bliss opened the door, and Harmony stomped out loudly and down the street. Bliss closed the door with a sigh. Was I that strong-willed when I was nineteen? She’d have to ask her parents next time they were in town. But somehow, she doubted it.
Bliss brought her hand up and studied the offending piece of material in it. What did Harmony find so interesting in here? She walked back into the kitchen and sat down at the butcher-block table. She turned to the Table of Contents and studied the articles. Fashions for the forward-thinking witch? How to brew up an evening he wouldn’t forget?
Bliss took a sip of coffee and then promptly covered her mouth before she spit the liquid back out. Conjuring the Perfect Man. She blinked twice and studied the title again. Surely, they weren’t suggesting actually conjuring one, were they? And what did her nineteen year old sister need with a man? Bliss scowled. Not a damn thing.
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© C'ann Inman 2007
The road flooded.
Of course...I didn't know it until I was RIGHT ON TOP OF IT. And then two men blocking the road gave me the "turn around" signal. I wanted to give them a signal, too. But I was afraid I'd see them in town somewhere.
I ended up going about thirty-five miles out of my way just to get home. And with the price of gas the way it is...I was none too happy. In fact, I'm sure I ground my molars back a bit more. While clenching the steering wheel with white knuckles.
This rain is a complete 180 from last year. You know...112 degrees outside. Sweltering heat.
I would surely love a medium ground here. You know...somewhere between "hell on earth" and "build an ark."
Onwards and upwards.
Is it Friday yet? *laughing*
This has been the longest week, I swear. And although I appreciate the necessity of slowing down and enjoying life...the enjoyment of this week is pretty much over. Let's all move it along now.
I thought I had writing news. But I guess...not. *snickering*
I do have a short story in Summer Solstice Scorchers available now. And so I'll leave you with a bit of a blurb and excerpt.
"Conjuring Cade" by C'ann Inman
blurb:
Witchcraft in the wrong hands can be…exciting as hell.
Bliss Monroe hates her sister’s reading material. She considers it trashy and ridiculous. Until the quiz about finding the perfect man catches her eye. But Bliss doesn’t realize that her sister hexed her magazines. And every answer that Bliss marks down will change her life. In a most delightful, erotic way.
Excerpt:
Bliss picked up the magazine on the kitchen table and frowned. Her younger sister was reading that trash again. All the bullshit advice on how to find a man or how to orgasm or where to touch herself/her man/or anyone else.
Yeah, right. She snorted and started toward the trash when Harmony came rushing through the door.
“Drop it!”
Bliss narrowed her blue eyes. “Drop what?”
“My magazine.” Harmony scowled. “You know I like reading those.” She marched over and snatched the magazine from her sister’s hand. She uncrumpled it with a low growl. “Just because you don’t like reading it doesn’t mean it doesn’t serve a purpose.”
“Yeah.” Bliss walked over and picked up her cup of coffee. “Its purpose is to rope you into spending money on shit you don’t need and buying into that whole shallow world.”
Harmony rolled her dark green eyes. “And here I thought they were just trying to make some money. I didn’t realize they had such a sinister purpose.”
Bliss held out her hand, and the magazine flew over to her and landed neatly in her upturned palm. “Hmm. Let’s see.” The pages rippled for a second before they stilled. Bliss nodded. “How to Make Magic with Mortals.” She rolled her eyes. “What kind of bullshit is this?” She flipped another couple of pages. “What To Do When His Wand Won’t Work.” Bliss snickered. “And they’re not talking about the one he holds in his hands.” She chuckled. “Or maybe they are.” She started to move a couple more pages when Harmony stood with fists clenched.
“Just because you’re a total failure in the male department doesn’t mean the rest of us should have to suffer.” Harmony held out her hand, and Bliss let her will the magazine back to her. She held up her head. “I’ll look for an article about witches who turn their men gay. Okay?”
“Hey!” Bliss growled. “There were only two of them. And I had nothing to do with that!” She shrugged. “Besides. Steve and John are going to help redecorate my bedroom. Could be worse.”
Harmony stared at her. “Are you hearing yourself?”
“Yes.” Bliss studied her younger sister for a moment. “How did you know I was about to trash that, anyway?”
Harmony’s cheeks flamed, and she looked everywhere but at her older sister. “I put a little spell on it,” she muttered.
“You’re hexing your reading material now?” Bliss narrowed her eyes. “You were careful, weren’t you? We both know you’re not quite ready for your witch’s license yet.”
“Of course I was careful! I cast the spell because we both know you don’t like what I read! You think I should have my nose buried in a textbook like you did.” Harmony sighed. “But that’s not me.”
“I’ve seen your grades, sister. I know that isn’t you. That’s why when you head off to camp tomorrow, this little piece of joy will stay here with me.” The magazine floated in the air over to Bliss, and she closed her hand around it.
“You’re so unfair!” Harmony stomped her foot and glared at her older sister. Her green eyes shot sparks. “Do you even remember what it was like to be nineteen?”
“It was only a decade ago, Harmony. Not a millennia. Of course I remember.” Bliss looked at the clock. “Time for you to go to school.” She made shooing motions. “Off you go.”
Harmony scowled. “I really don’t like you.”
“I know.”
She slid her shoes on and grabbed her backpack. “Really, really don’t like you.”
“I’m aware of it.”
Harmony’s mouth flattened into a tight line. “Tyrant.”
“Have a good day at school.” Bliss opened the door, and Harmony stomped out loudly and down the street. Bliss closed the door with a sigh. Was I that strong-willed when I was nineteen? She’d have to ask her parents next time they were in town. But somehow, she doubted it.
Bliss brought her hand up and studied the offending piece of material in it. What did Harmony find so interesting in here? She walked back into the kitchen and sat down at the butcher-block table. She turned to the Table of Contents and studied the articles. Fashions for the forward-thinking witch? How to brew up an evening he wouldn’t forget?
Bliss took a sip of coffee and then promptly covered her mouth before she spit the liquid back out. Conjuring the Perfect Man. She blinked twice and studied the title again. Surely, they weren’t suggesting actually conjuring one, were they? And what did her nineteen year old sister need with a man? Bliss scowled. Not a damn thing.
***********************************************************************************
© C'ann Inman 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Evan had the right idea
It's raining here. Again. Flood warnings. Rivers pushing over their banks. Quite a precipatory cluster.
I just finished writing an article (about myself *snicker*) for the WCP July Newsletter. And now I need to get back to the business of writing.
I know what I SHOULD be writing. But I'm being torn in two different directions. OK, possibly three. We all know what a literary schizophrenic I am. So I have Water Goddess. And a short story. And I was going to abbreviate the last title, but you would probably be shocked and offended. Apparently the letters spell out an um...not-so-nice word.
Hell, I was shocked. LOL
Finally firmed up plans to take a vacation in August with the chickens! Yay! I'm so excited. Going with a friend. And we are going to have such a great time. The girls and I haven't been on a vacation in I don't know when. So this'll be really nice for them. I've already got the days off. And now...the countdown commences. And don't think I haven't been fielding THAT question six times a day. *eye roll*
And you know all those vampire romances and whatnot I've been reading? Well...apparently I've O.D.'d
Had a dream about three nights ago that I was bitten by some bad vampire individual. So I'm woozy and must go appeal to the higher echelon of vampire society. And I remember in the dream that it was Mikhail from the Carpathian series. Wrath from the Brotherhood series. And the demon king (can't get a grip on his name right this second) from the Jacquelyn Frank series.
Oh yeah. *nodding*
Then I woke up.
Perhaps I should ease back from the vampiric reading a bit.
Grins*
addendum: I had this revelation at 10:35 last night. The demon king's name is NOAH. Sheesh!
I just finished writing an article (about myself *snicker*) for the WCP July Newsletter. And now I need to get back to the business of writing.
I know what I SHOULD be writing. But I'm being torn in two different directions. OK, possibly three. We all know what a literary schizophrenic I am. So I have Water Goddess. And a short story. And I was going to abbreviate the last title, but you would probably be shocked and offended. Apparently the letters spell out an um...not-so-nice word.
Hell, I was shocked. LOL
Finally firmed up plans to take a vacation in August with the chickens! Yay! I'm so excited. Going with a friend. And we are going to have such a great time. The girls and I haven't been on a vacation in I don't know when. So this'll be really nice for them. I've already got the days off. And now...the countdown commences. And don't think I haven't been fielding THAT question six times a day. *eye roll*
And you know all those vampire romances and whatnot I've been reading? Well...apparently I've O.D.'d
Had a dream about three nights ago that I was bitten by some bad vampire individual. So I'm woozy and must go appeal to the higher echelon of vampire society. And I remember in the dream that it was Mikhail from the Carpathian series. Wrath from the Brotherhood series. And the demon king (can't get a grip on his name right this second) from the Jacquelyn Frank series.
Oh yeah. *nodding*
Then I woke up.
Perhaps I should ease back from the vampiric reading a bit.
Grins*
addendum: I had this revelation at 10:35 last night. The demon king's name is NOAH. Sheesh!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Book Binge
Where have I been? You've been pondering that, haven't you? Besides being busier than nine kinds of hell...I've read.
That's right.
I have pushed cleaning to the side and actually read.
Ah...bliss. I've probably read a dozen books in the last week. If not more. I've read all but three of the Carpathian books by Feehan. I read all of the J.R. Ward "Brothers of the Black Dagger" books. And all I have to say in reference to the Black Dagger books is...GO BUY THESE BOOKS! Now.
I've read P.C. Cast's Parthelon series. I LOVED the first two...Goddess by Mistake and Goddess by Choice. Don't miss these. But the second two just didn't have the spark the first two did.
I reread Jacob by Jacquelyn Frank. And I'm really going to be excited when I get my hands on Gideon (the second book in the series). Um...figuratively speaking. *grins*
I also read a couple of non-fiction.
But here's the surprise...and my internal editor was doing cartwheels...each and every book had at least one mistake in it. *holding hand up* I swear.
I know one of the non-fiction books referred to "sheer power" as "shear power." I'm quite sure that scissors or other cutting utensils had no bearing on the phrase.
In one of the Black Dagger books...the sentence in quotes had "heard" spelled as "herd." And I believe it was Goddess by Mistake that had an error in it that only an Oklahoman would have caught. The heroine refers to an Oklahoma restaurant as "Bram's." And as we all know...here in the heartland...it's "Braum's." I, myself, put the ice cream and burger place in Perfect Timing.
And just to make sure that's what she meant...I emailed P.C. (Wonderful, gracious woman...by the way.) She assured me that-yes. It was supposed to be Braum's.
Mistakes happen, my lovelies. No matter how many hands your precious book passes through...mistakes happen. I could pick my first release to shreds, but I won't. Because it's part of me. It's part of the process. And I think it deserves to stand on its own merits.
Another reason I decided to give myself a reading frenzy was to increase my vocabulary. My phrasing. My sense of perfectly proportioned writing.
Reading someone else's work is a great teacher. A tool to use. As long as you don't take the other author's words as your own. That's a hanging offense around here. And I'll bring the noose. Just so ya know.
On a completely unrelated subject...my chickens rock. Oh yes. *grins* Yes, they do. We have a rather large lawn to mow. And oldest and baby chicken pitched right in. Middle chicken took care of the house stuffs.
We went swimming this last weekend. Watched movies. It was great. And I absolutely refuse to think about the fact that school starts in two months.
Well, okay. Except for the days when I want to strangle them. Then I clutch the fact tightly to my chest while whispering the Lord's prayer.
Grins*
That's right.
I have pushed cleaning to the side and actually read.
Ah...bliss. I've probably read a dozen books in the last week. If not more. I've read all but three of the Carpathian books by Feehan. I read all of the J.R. Ward "Brothers of the Black Dagger" books. And all I have to say in reference to the Black Dagger books is...GO BUY THESE BOOKS! Now.
I've read P.C. Cast's Parthelon series. I LOVED the first two...Goddess by Mistake and Goddess by Choice. Don't miss these. But the second two just didn't have the spark the first two did.
I reread Jacob by Jacquelyn Frank. And I'm really going to be excited when I get my hands on Gideon (the second book in the series). Um...figuratively speaking. *grins*
I also read a couple of non-fiction.
But here's the surprise...and my internal editor was doing cartwheels...each and every book had at least one mistake in it. *holding hand up* I swear.
I know one of the non-fiction books referred to "sheer power" as "shear power." I'm quite sure that scissors or other cutting utensils had no bearing on the phrase.
In one of the Black Dagger books...the sentence in quotes had "heard" spelled as "herd." And I believe it was Goddess by Mistake that had an error in it that only an Oklahoman would have caught. The heroine refers to an Oklahoma restaurant as "Bram's." And as we all know...here in the heartland...it's "Braum's." I, myself, put the ice cream and burger place in Perfect Timing.
And just to make sure that's what she meant...I emailed P.C. (Wonderful, gracious woman...by the way.) She assured me that-yes. It was supposed to be Braum's.
Mistakes happen, my lovelies. No matter how many hands your precious book passes through...mistakes happen. I could pick my first release to shreds, but I won't. Because it's part of me. It's part of the process. And I think it deserves to stand on its own merits.
Another reason I decided to give myself a reading frenzy was to increase my vocabulary. My phrasing. My sense of perfectly proportioned writing.
Reading someone else's work is a great teacher. A tool to use. As long as you don't take the other author's words as your own. That's a hanging offense around here. And I'll bring the noose. Just so ya know.
On a completely unrelated subject...my chickens rock. Oh yes. *grins* Yes, they do. We have a rather large lawn to mow. And oldest and baby chicken pitched right in. Middle chicken took care of the house stuffs.
We went swimming this last weekend. Watched movies. It was great. And I absolutely refuse to think about the fact that school starts in two months.
Well, okay. Except for the days when I want to strangle them. Then I clutch the fact tightly to my chest while whispering the Lord's prayer.
Grins*
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Monday didn't happen
I didn't stand on my feet seven hours out of eight yesterday. We weren't bombarded with customers. My hip didn't throb (and it still isn't) from the constant going and doing. We weren't shorthanded. I didn't take *ahem* several ibuprofen. Nope. Uh uh. Refuse to even go there.
Monday didn't happen.
Today? Much better. I'm still keeping my mental block up so I don't harm someone, but other than that...SO MUCH BETTER!!!
And for the reading/writing part of my program...picked up Christine Feehan's "Dark" (Carpathian) series. And I've enjoyed most of them. There's a recurring theme (okay, several). But my romantic little heart just goes pitter-pat for the whole "lifemate" business.
That's what keeps those romantic little books flying off shelves. *nodding*
What have you read lately that struck a chord?
Grins*
Monday didn't happen.
Today? Much better. I'm still keeping my mental block up so I don't harm someone, but other than that...SO MUCH BETTER!!!
And for the reading/writing part of my program...picked up Christine Feehan's "Dark" (Carpathian) series. And I've enjoyed most of them. There's a recurring theme (okay, several). But my romantic little heart just goes pitter-pat for the whole "lifemate" business.
That's what keeps those romantic little books flying off shelves. *nodding*
What have you read lately that struck a chord?
Grins*
Monday, June 04, 2007
Here and now
I STILL haven't gotten my July Romantic Times magazine in the mail. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
So I will wait and post the dang review when I finally receive that.
Work has been hell on wheels with people out sick and vacations and whatnot. I'm mentally shredded right now. And I just finished the Errata for Fire Goddess. Due out July 1, 2007. Damn time flies.
Also...Summer Solstice Scorchers is out NOW!!! Hie thee to Whiskey Creek Press Torrid and getcha some. Romance Junkies gave us 4.5 ribbons. *grins* Not bad at all.
The girls and I have been piddling around together. Nothing helps mend wounds like togetherness. So, believe me, we're together.
Watching movies, Finding Waldo (I kid you not), foraging through I Spy books (yes. My children ARE adolescents...and your point is?), doing tricks in the front yard, and playing charades.
The charades were flippin' hilarious. I'm trying to explain the concept. Middle chicken wanted to spell out (in sign) who or what she was. *snickering* Too damn funny. And then she proceeded to bring imaginary trays out and set them on the ground. Oldest chicken pretended to grab them, so Middle chicken took out her imaginary tape (picturing me rolling on my bed laughing) and taped them down. They are too much fun. Seriously.
We're going swimming Friday. Going to put some sun on this pale body and (hopefully) be energized by the rays. Not burnt, mind you. Energized. There is SUCH a difference there.
Thanks for all the congrats on my review. *ahem* That I STILL haven't read. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Grins*
So I will wait and post the dang review when I finally receive that.
Work has been hell on wheels with people out sick and vacations and whatnot. I'm mentally shredded right now. And I just finished the Errata for Fire Goddess. Due out July 1, 2007. Damn time flies.
Also...Summer Solstice Scorchers is out NOW!!! Hie thee to Whiskey Creek Press Torrid and getcha some. Romance Junkies gave us 4.5 ribbons. *grins* Not bad at all.
The girls and I have been piddling around together. Nothing helps mend wounds like togetherness. So, believe me, we're together.
Watching movies, Finding Waldo (I kid you not), foraging through I Spy books (yes. My children ARE adolescents...and your point is?), doing tricks in the front yard, and playing charades.
The charades were flippin' hilarious. I'm trying to explain the concept. Middle chicken wanted to spell out (in sign) who or what she was. *snickering* Too damn funny. And then she proceeded to bring imaginary trays out and set them on the ground. Oldest chicken pretended to grab them, so Middle chicken took out her imaginary tape (picturing me rolling on my bed laughing) and taped them down. They are too much fun. Seriously.
We're going swimming Friday. Going to put some sun on this pale body and (hopefully) be energized by the rays. Not burnt, mind you. Energized. There is SUCH a difference there.
Thanks for all the congrats on my review. *ahem* That I STILL haven't read. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Grins*
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
OMG!!! Romantic Times Review!!!
Ok. I'll get to my post about what I did this weekend in just a minute. I promise.
But the good news???
Romantic Times gave The Portrait FOUR AND A HALF STARS!!! *DANCING*
I am so damn excited that I can barely stand myself. I had two reviews for the July Issue. Perfect Timing didn't do quite so hot. But considering it was the second book I ever wrote (I mean literally. The first I never even subbed) I'll take that review with a grain of salt.
I don't have the review in my hot, little hands yet for The Portrait. But as soon as I check my mail and find the magazine...I'll post what it says.
Four and a half stars. I am SO blown away!
*BIG GRINS*
Crystal*
But the good news???
Romantic Times gave The Portrait FOUR AND A HALF STARS!!! *DANCING*
I am so damn excited that I can barely stand myself. I had two reviews for the July Issue. Perfect Timing didn't do quite so hot. But considering it was the second book I ever wrote (I mean literally. The first I never even subbed) I'll take that review with a grain of salt.
I don't have the review in my hot, little hands yet for The Portrait. But as soon as I check my mail and find the magazine...I'll post what it says.
Four and a half stars. I am SO blown away!
*BIG GRINS*
Crystal*
Friday, May 25, 2007
Almost June???
Why yes. My head IS spinning. However did you know?
The good news being the three day weekend that's just around the corner. *looking at clock*
Actually five hours away. hehehe
The bad news? Christmas is only about six months away.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Uncalled for, huh? *grins*
Ok. No really bad news. I plan on spending the bulk of my weekend writing. Cleaning a bit of the house. And, of course, taking the chickens to the Skate Park so they can risk life, limb, and my sanity on their collective rollerblades. Because they are inherently, genetically predispositioned for insanity. *nodding*
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
I hope you and yours have a lovely weekend filled with BBQ's and good times.
Grins*
The good news being the three day weekend that's just around the corner. *looking at clock*
Actually five hours away. hehehe
The bad news? Christmas is only about six months away.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Uncalled for, huh? *grins*
Ok. No really bad news. I plan on spending the bulk of my weekend writing. Cleaning a bit of the house. And, of course, taking the chickens to the Skate Park so they can risk life, limb, and my sanity on their collective rollerblades. Because they are inherently, genetically predispositioned for insanity. *nodding*
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
I hope you and yours have a lovely weekend filled with BBQ's and good times.
Grins*
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Let the good times roll!
For the chickens.
Yep. It's the last day of school. *sigh* I would have rallied for year-round school, but no one asked. Damn it.
So the chickens will be home for about 2 1/2 months. Then back the academic grind. And I've (fortunately) got quite a few things planned this summer so there will be no whines of "I'm bored!"
*collective Mama groan*
I know you're feeling me. :)~~
I've also finished editing Fire Goddess! Yay!!! Let me just say...I do NOT enjoy the editing process. And by the time I've finished looking at my own story (SEVERAL times)...I just want to scream, "Take it!" and shove it in someone else's hands. Mebbe that's just me. *grins*
It's only Tuesday. A fact which I am in denial about. I've thought it was Wednesday since I woke up. That doesn't bode well for the rest of the week. Know what I mean?
But I've had a good day. And I'm glad for it. Even if *sigh* it's NOT Wednesday.
Have a meeting tomorrow in Norman. One which I think I will really enjoy. It's about Publicity and Marketing. And what author couldn't use a little more info in that direction?
I'm going to go make a difference now. Enjoy the day!!!
Grins*
Yep. It's the last day of school. *sigh* I would have rallied for year-round school, but no one asked. Damn it.
So the chickens will be home for about 2 1/2 months. Then back the academic grind. And I've (fortunately) got quite a few things planned this summer so there will be no whines of "I'm bored!"
*collective Mama groan*
I know you're feeling me. :)~~
I've also finished editing Fire Goddess! Yay!!! Let me just say...I do NOT enjoy the editing process. And by the time I've finished looking at my own story (SEVERAL times)...I just want to scream, "Take it!" and shove it in someone else's hands. Mebbe that's just me. *grins*
It's only Tuesday. A fact which I am in denial about. I've thought it was Wednesday since I woke up. That doesn't bode well for the rest of the week. Know what I mean?
But I've had a good day. And I'm glad for it. Even if *sigh* it's NOT Wednesday.
Have a meeting tomorrow in Norman. One which I think I will really enjoy. It's about Publicity and Marketing. And what author couldn't use a little more info in that direction?
I'm going to go make a difference now. Enjoy the day!!!
Grins*
Sunday, May 20, 2007
One damn productive weekend
I gave the chickens options this weekend. One play day. One work day. (Because that's just how I roll. *grins*)
They chose Saturday to be play day.
So...we get up. Go bowl two games. (And yes. For you inquiring minds...I got my ass beat again). Then we head to a grocery store and pick up some fried chicken, potato salad, rolls, and soda. Then we head to a park in the next city over. And they have ramps!!! *insert picture of oldest child salivating as she just got new rollerblades*
So all three chickenbutts rollerbladed at the skate park. Then we zip back to town, and I let them skate at another park which has walkways. Then we go to the sno-cone place where we've gone for the past 7 or so years. Every year. It's a tradition with us. And there is NOTHING like the first taste of the first sno-cone of the season. Seriously. (I always order pink lemonade. Mmmmmm)
Then we travel back to another close city where they skate some more!!! Oh...and we had some Mickey D's.
So there. *big sigh* BUSY DAY!!!
Sunday was work day. Alas. My poor little chickens. *snort* And I worked their tiny collective butts into the ground. *grins* Yeah. I roll like that, too.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
We cleaned. And I mean not just a little bit. Finally got all those clothes out of my laundry room and into the back of the van to donate. Everything swept, laundered, cleaned, and vacuumed. Whew! I even got some writing in. *nodding* Pretty damn special.
So there's my weekend. Busy. Productive. Fun. Hope yours was a good one. And I know I can wake up tomorrow (unfortunately at the buttcrack of dawn) and say...hell yes! I didn't waste a minute.
Grins*
They chose Saturday to be play day.
So...we get up. Go bowl two games. (And yes. For you inquiring minds...I got my ass beat again). Then we head to a grocery store and pick up some fried chicken, potato salad, rolls, and soda. Then we head to a park in the next city over. And they have ramps!!! *insert picture of oldest child salivating as she just got new rollerblades*
So all three chickenbutts rollerbladed at the skate park. Then we zip back to town, and I let them skate at another park which has walkways. Then we go to the sno-cone place where we've gone for the past 7 or so years. Every year. It's a tradition with us. And there is NOTHING like the first taste of the first sno-cone of the season. Seriously. (I always order pink lemonade. Mmmmmm)
Then we travel back to another close city where they skate some more!!! Oh...and we had some Mickey D's.
So there. *big sigh* BUSY DAY!!!
Sunday was work day. Alas. My poor little chickens. *snort* And I worked their tiny collective butts into the ground. *grins* Yeah. I roll like that, too.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
We cleaned. And I mean not just a little bit. Finally got all those clothes out of my laundry room and into the back of the van to donate. Everything swept, laundered, cleaned, and vacuumed. Whew! I even got some writing in. *nodding* Pretty damn special.
So there's my weekend. Busy. Productive. Fun. Hope yours was a good one. And I know I can wake up tomorrow (unfortunately at the buttcrack of dawn) and say...hell yes! I didn't waste a minute.
Grins*
Friday, May 18, 2007
The shucking of the drawers...AKA...Torrid Teasers Vol. 33-Moon Goddess/Sun Goddess
The wonderful Senior Editor at WCP Torrid (Hi Jan!) informed me that we would be switching Torrid Teaser covers between the first one...and this one. My two hot Goddess stories will host the FIRST cover of this kind. ReowrrrrrrrrrrrrrGotta love that. I'd love a bit of his cheek even more, but that's neither here nor there. *wink*
Grins*
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Yep. That happened.
Horoscope for the day:
Aquarius (Jan 20 - Feb 18)
Today's Moon in Gemini reflects your comfort and you are likely to glide through even the most difficult of circumstances. Even though it's a workday, you can still manage to make time for a fun activity or two. Give yourself the benefit of any doubt. If something enjoyable is presented as an option, go ahead and have the good time you deserve.
I ran up to Norman to pick up a filing cabinet I bought from a co-worker. Then I zipped back to Tecumseh. I called my sister who suggested lunch the other day with her and Mom. She tells me that she has to go pick up Mom so I tell her I'm closer and will do it.
I go pick Mom up and head back to town where we meet and have lunch at the Chinese buffet. (Mmmmmmm. Love me some Chinese buffet. *satisfied smile*)
We eat and are done in about an hour, and then Amber looks at us and says, "Let's go bowling."
LMAO
I have approximately an hour before I have to be at work. Mom has no plans. So off we go. We bowl two games, and I have a headache now because I laughed so hard.
Mom whooped our collective asses. I'm just saying. The woman has bowled a 300 game before and has bowling trophies. Of course, it's been fifteen years since she bowled. Or so she kept reassuring us.
Did I already tell y'all she whooped our asses? Yeah. No kidding. *grinning*
I, um, rather needed those bumper thingies. Mom bowled 100 the first game and almost 200 the second. Amber and I are obviously not recipients of the bowling gene. That's all I'm saying. There shall be no more talk of our rather lackluster performances. *snickering*
Almost too pooped to pop here. I work until nine o'clock tonight. And I'm thinking that'll be just all kinds of fun. *eye roll* But there ya have it.
Had a great day with the Mom and Sis. Ate way too much Chinese. And was schooled by my mother in the art of bowling. Doesn't get much better than that.
Grins*
Aquarius (Jan 20 - Feb 18)
Today's Moon in Gemini reflects your comfort and you are likely to glide through even the most difficult of circumstances. Even though it's a workday, you can still manage to make time for a fun activity or two. Give yourself the benefit of any doubt. If something enjoyable is presented as an option, go ahead and have the good time you deserve.
I ran up to Norman to pick up a filing cabinet I bought from a co-worker. Then I zipped back to Tecumseh. I called my sister who suggested lunch the other day with her and Mom. She tells me that she has to go pick up Mom so I tell her I'm closer and will do it.
I go pick Mom up and head back to town where we meet and have lunch at the Chinese buffet. (Mmmmmmm. Love me some Chinese buffet. *satisfied smile*)
We eat and are done in about an hour, and then Amber looks at us and says, "Let's go bowling."
LMAO
I have approximately an hour before I have to be at work. Mom has no plans. So off we go. We bowl two games, and I have a headache now because I laughed so hard.
Mom whooped our collective asses. I'm just saying. The woman has bowled a 300 game before and has bowling trophies. Of course, it's been fifteen years since she bowled. Or so she kept reassuring us.
Did I already tell y'all she whooped our asses? Yeah. No kidding. *grinning*
I, um, rather needed those bumper thingies. Mom bowled 100 the first game and almost 200 the second. Amber and I are obviously not recipients of the bowling gene. That's all I'm saying. There shall be no more talk of our rather lackluster performances. *snickering*
Almost too pooped to pop here. I work until nine o'clock tonight. And I'm thinking that'll be just all kinds of fun. *eye roll* But there ya have it.
Had a great day with the Mom and Sis. Ate way too much Chinese. And was schooled by my mother in the art of bowling. Doesn't get much better than that.
Grins*
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Grizzly Adams...eat your heart out
I went out on the porch earlier to smoke a cigarette (yes. I know. Awful habit. And one I only recently picked up. Don't worry. Still have time to save myself). Anyway...I sit down on the porch steps and am studying the sky.
The cats are hissing and spazzing. (You know...the two knocked-up strays) And I thought...Good God! Give me a break! Why are you two fighting? So I turned around on the porch and there it was!
A racoon. A very fluffy racoon. Eating the food we'd put out for the cats. So I immediately jump up...because all I see is a bunch of fur. And it takes off. So I scoot up closer to the door, and it comes back. I open the screen and tell the girls there's a racoon in the yard. And the next thing you know...three little faces pressed up to the glass watching little Miss Thing eat. And she's cute. (Well. I don't know if it was a "she" or not. But it was pretty bold. And fluffy. And didn't seem to care too much if she had an audience.)
So I tell the girls never to get too close. Issue all the parental warnings. And we just watch her.
She's just so damn cute. And then she heard something and sat up like a Meerkat. Can I get a collective "Awwwwwwwwwwwww"?
Yeah. I thought so.
So there ya have it.
If they coyotes aren't howling...the wolves aren't baying...and a racoon isn't eating four feet away from you...you just ain't living.
Grins*
The cats are hissing and spazzing. (You know...the two knocked-up strays) And I thought...Good God! Give me a break! Why are you two fighting? So I turned around on the porch and there it was!
A racoon. A very fluffy racoon. Eating the food we'd put out for the cats. So I immediately jump up...because all I see is a bunch of fur. And it takes off. So I scoot up closer to the door, and it comes back. I open the screen and tell the girls there's a racoon in the yard. And the next thing you know...three little faces pressed up to the glass watching little Miss Thing eat. And she's cute. (Well. I don't know if it was a "she" or not. But it was pretty bold. And fluffy. And didn't seem to care too much if she had an audience.)
So I tell the girls never to get too close. Issue all the parental warnings. And we just watch her.
She's just so damn cute. And then she heard something and sat up like a Meerkat. Can I get a collective "Awwwwwwwwwwwww"?
Yeah. I thought so.
So there ya have it.
If they coyotes aren't howling...the wolves aren't baying...and a racoon isn't eating four feet away from you...you just ain't living.
Grins*
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Happy Mother's Day
Mothers are special creatures. In fact, I have little memory of my life B.C. (before children). I vaguely remember evenings out and movies that I could go to and not worry about the R rating. Long lunches. And having money to actually buy myself a CD.
But life is altered with children. You are no longer simply a person. You're the heart and soul of someone's world. The protector. The guardian. The one who bandages the boo-boo's and makes it all better. The changer of diapers. The studying of homework. The one who listens. The one who weighs in. The one who loves this child more than anything in the world.
I was pregnant three years in a row. My girls are (for all intents and purposes) a year apart. All born in October--> 1993-1995. And I have never had more fun than when I'm with the girls. (Ok. The PG version. *grins*)
They make me laugh. They have a wicked sense of humor that never fails to slay me. They're goofy. They're loving. They're mine.
One of my favorite stories about the little people: Having three girls so close in age wears on a person. I had NO time to myself. When they were younger, and I had to go to the bathroom, I had at least two children in there with me. At night I would rotate them out in my bed so they could take turns sleeping with the Mama.
NO TIME FOR THE MAMA!
I decide to hop in the shower one day for a breather. And it's blissfully quiet. No yelling. No children talking. Still. Peaceful. I'm congratulating myself on my ten minutes of heaven and turn the shower off. I pull back the shower curtain, and there they are. They've pulled their little red plastic chairs into a row and await my arrival from the other side of the shower curtain.
It's a good memory. A favorite of mine. That's motherhood to me. The mutual knowledge that we are there for each other. And even though there will be breathers, we're connected. Linked. Loved.
The girls' vital statistics:
Oldest Chicken- Born 11:00 pm at night. 8 lbs. 12 oz.
Middle Chicken- Born 4:37 in the afternoon 7 lbs. 3 oz.
Baby Chicken- Born 8:11 in the morning 6 lbs. 5 oz.
60 hours of labor
654 gray hairs
4 body parts that will never be the same
But...3 precious girls. And the gift of being able to look at my grandchildren and tell my girls...What goes around, comes around. LMAO
Grins*
But life is altered with children. You are no longer simply a person. You're the heart and soul of someone's world. The protector. The guardian. The one who bandages the boo-boo's and makes it all better. The changer of diapers. The studying of homework. The one who listens. The one who weighs in. The one who loves this child more than anything in the world.
I was pregnant three years in a row. My girls are (for all intents and purposes) a year apart. All born in October--> 1993-1995. And I have never had more fun than when I'm with the girls. (Ok. The PG version. *grins*)
They make me laugh. They have a wicked sense of humor that never fails to slay me. They're goofy. They're loving. They're mine.
One of my favorite stories about the little people: Having three girls so close in age wears on a person. I had NO time to myself. When they were younger, and I had to go to the bathroom, I had at least two children in there with me. At night I would rotate them out in my bed so they could take turns sleeping with the Mama.
NO TIME FOR THE MAMA!
I decide to hop in the shower one day for a breather. And it's blissfully quiet. No yelling. No children talking. Still. Peaceful. I'm congratulating myself on my ten minutes of heaven and turn the shower off. I pull back the shower curtain, and there they are. They've pulled their little red plastic chairs into a row and await my arrival from the other side of the shower curtain.
It's a good memory. A favorite of mine. That's motherhood to me. The mutual knowledge that we are there for each other. And even though there will be breathers, we're connected. Linked. Loved.
The girls' vital statistics:
Oldest Chicken- Born 11:00 pm at night. 8 lbs. 12 oz.
Middle Chicken- Born 4:37 in the afternoon 7 lbs. 3 oz.
Baby Chicken- Born 8:11 in the morning 6 lbs. 5 oz.
60 hours of labor
654 gray hairs
4 body parts that will never be the same
But...3 precious girls. And the gift of being able to look at my grandchildren and tell my girls...What goes around, comes around. LMAO
Grins*
Saturday, May 12, 2007
I showed my ass the other day
I'm sure everyone is aware of my dislike of clothes. The running joke used to be to wait five minutes when you knocked on the door of my home because I was busy getting dressed.
Yesterday morning, I went back to bed after the chickens got on the bus for school. Then I got up, still drowsy, and decided to start my day. I pulled on a shirt, nothing else, and stepped on the front porch for a cigarette.
Keep in mind...my house is a bit back from the road. Not a mile, by any means, but I'm not right on the highway. So I'm standing with my butt toward the door because, well, it's uncovered. Mostly.
And then what happens?
Oh sure. Somebody in a red car pulls into my driveway. I hurriedly put my cigarette out and run into the house (showing my heiney on the turn) to pull on my pajama pants. At first I thought it was idiot ex. But it wasn't. It was some guy who wanted to talk to me about trapping turtles in the pond.
And he had a HUGE grin on his face the entire time we talked. Which was brief, I can assure you.
The problem being...I don't have any comfortable shorts to wear since the fire. So I, obviously, must go forth and find some. For the sake of my dignity.
Grins*
Yesterday morning, I went back to bed after the chickens got on the bus for school. Then I got up, still drowsy, and decided to start my day. I pulled on a shirt, nothing else, and stepped on the front porch for a cigarette.
Keep in mind...my house is a bit back from the road. Not a mile, by any means, but I'm not right on the highway. So I'm standing with my butt toward the door because, well, it's uncovered. Mostly.
And then what happens?
Oh sure. Somebody in a red car pulls into my driveway. I hurriedly put my cigarette out and run into the house (showing my heiney on the turn) to pull on my pajama pants. At first I thought it was idiot ex. But it wasn't. It was some guy who wanted to talk to me about trapping turtles in the pond.
And he had a HUGE grin on his face the entire time we talked. Which was brief, I can assure you.
The problem being...I don't have any comfortable shorts to wear since the fire. So I, obviously, must go forth and find some. For the sake of my dignity.
Grins*
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
It's Rene's fault
*peeling Meme off my forehead*
Apparently I've been tagged. Thanks Rene. You cheesehead.
8 Things Things You Probably Didn't Need to Know About Me
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.
OK. I'm skipping three and four. Because I'm a nonconformist Memeer. BUT...if you DO take this Meme upon yourself...drop me a line and let me know. I'd love to read it.
And in no particular order:
1. I skipped second grade. Took a fourth grade SRA in first grade and missed one. Was given the option to skip second grade. Which after much soul searching of my six year-old self said...what the hell? And gave it a go. Altered the course of my life.
2. I stop the microwave timer on odd numbers. My favorite is 11. And I hate to hear the microwave ding.
3. Dandelions are satan's little flower. I can't get near one without turning into a whimpering, sneezing, life-hating individual.
4. I straighten my bangs everyday.
5. I don't wear socks to bed
6. I can read a 500 page book in less than two hours. (OK. As long as it's not itty bitty font.)
7. I used to ride my tricycle naked in my grandmother's yard.
8. I like having my eyebrows waxed. Enjoy other waxing? Not so much.
9. I sleep on my stomach.
10.I can watch the Princess Bride over and over and over and over again. (Oh. And repeat most of the dialogue. It's a sickness, I tell ya.)
Allrighty. It's on you. Copy. Paste. Spill your guts. And then drop me a line.
Grins*
Apparently I've been tagged. Thanks Rene. You cheesehead.
8 Things Things You Probably Didn't Need to Know About Me
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.
OK. I'm skipping three and four. Because I'm a nonconformist Memeer. BUT...if you DO take this Meme upon yourself...drop me a line and let me know. I'd love to read it.
And in no particular order:
1. I skipped second grade. Took a fourth grade SRA in first grade and missed one. Was given the option to skip second grade. Which after much soul searching of my six year-old self said...what the hell? And gave it a go. Altered the course of my life.
2. I stop the microwave timer on odd numbers. My favorite is 11. And I hate to hear the microwave ding.
3. Dandelions are satan's little flower. I can't get near one without turning into a whimpering, sneezing, life-hating individual.
4. I straighten my bangs everyday.
5. I don't wear socks to bed
6. I can read a 500 page book in less than two hours. (OK. As long as it's not itty bitty font.)
7. I used to ride my tricycle naked in my grandmother's yard.
8. I like having my eyebrows waxed. Enjoy other waxing? Not so much.
9. I sleep on my stomach.
10.I can watch the Princess Bride over and over and over and over again. (Oh. And repeat most of the dialogue. It's a sickness, I tell ya.)
Allrighty. It's on you. Copy. Paste. Spill your guts. And then drop me a line.
Grins*
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Progress. Sweet progress.
I worked on PCA today. That's about 3000 words a week for me. Well, *ahem*, because I only write on Sundays. But the story is flowing. And I feel good about it. That's the best.
Oldest chicken finally came home this afternoon. She was over at a friend's for the weekend. And baby chicken went with her friend to church. So it's been rather sporadic childwise around here. (Not complaining)
Tomorrow is, once again, Monday. I really don't know why that keeps happening. *scratching head* Seems to me that we deserve a couple of extra Sundays a month to even things out.
I have a long list of things to do tomorrow. Haven't eaten dinner yet. And I picked up makings for strawberry sundaes...so the girls have been on me about that for the last twenty-four hours. *eye roll* Heaven forbid there be ice-cream in the house, and we don't immediately suck it down.
I picked up Hannibal Rising from the library to read. But I read Hannibal and had nightmares. Never mind the fact I couldn't bring myself to watch it. *shuddering* Spooky. But I find the maniacal genius of Hannibal fascinating.
Now if the guy would just quit eating people. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww
(Geez. From strawberry sundaes to cannibalism. I need to work on my segues. Seriously.)
I'm off to oversee the spooning of the ice-cream. I WOULD like to have some, ya know.
Grins*
Oldest chicken finally came home this afternoon. She was over at a friend's for the weekend. And baby chicken went with her friend to church. So it's been rather sporadic childwise around here. (Not complaining)
Tomorrow is, once again, Monday. I really don't know why that keeps happening. *scratching head* Seems to me that we deserve a couple of extra Sundays a month to even things out.
I have a long list of things to do tomorrow. Haven't eaten dinner yet. And I picked up makings for strawberry sundaes...so the girls have been on me about that for the last twenty-four hours. *eye roll* Heaven forbid there be ice-cream in the house, and we don't immediately suck it down.
I picked up Hannibal Rising from the library to read. But I read Hannibal and had nightmares. Never mind the fact I couldn't bring myself to watch it. *shuddering* Spooky. But I find the maniacal genius of Hannibal fascinating.
Now if the guy would just quit eating people. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww
(Geez. From strawberry sundaes to cannibalism. I need to work on my segues. Seriously.)
I'm off to oversee the spooning of the ice-cream. I WOULD like to have some, ya know.
Grins*
Saturday, May 05, 2007
My blog
See the title of my blog? Chrys' World. Because in this lovely Internet journal, I share pieces of my life. Both personal and professional. Right now, the professional rocks.
I'm editing Fire Goddess. Working on a submission for Ellora's Cave. And also working on a short story and Water Goddess. All good. I'm also thinking about what I want to take with me to the Red Dirt Festival this November. Promo items and the like.
Personally...my life has taken a turn of late. Everything that once was is now no longer. And I like to have my blog to bounce off of and share thoughts on this.
I'd like to thank the co-worker who reads this blog and confronted my ex about making themselves look good but in actuality...it was anything but. I'm sucking the backlash right now, but I appreciate the thought. More than you know.
My ex made promises that they didn't keep. Left a phone bill that exceeds $500 dollars. And continually tries to make my life a living hell. I'm moving on. This person has no bearing on my life anymore. It's a malevolent person who will take a child's security and screw it to the wall because they can. And one in denial who blames everyone but themselves.
I was no model partner. I know this. But I tried so damn hard to make it work. All for nothing. Let's just say this was one hell of an expensive learning experience. That's the reality of it. (A small postnote...I just got a 48 hour cut-off notice for the electric this person was supposed to pay. Just another example of what a worthless ass this person is.)
My ex told me to quit writing about them. About where there living now. About the backstabbing bitch who used to be my friend. Because this ex still wants control of my life. A control I'll never willingly give again to this person. Decisions were made. Words said. Actions taken that altered more than one life. Selfishness rules supreme. And I'm working through it. In my way. On my blog. Through friends and family.
And I'm so much better without this person. This toxic individual full of lies, deceit, and broken promises.
I love my children. My life. My job. And I'm talking to someone right now who gets me. Not the me that they want to support them while giving nothing in return. Someone who hears me. And someone who didn't just want me to "take care of them."
I'm over you.
I'm editing Fire Goddess. Working on a submission for Ellora's Cave. And also working on a short story and Water Goddess. All good. I'm also thinking about what I want to take with me to the Red Dirt Festival this November. Promo items and the like.
Personally...my life has taken a turn of late. Everything that once was is now no longer. And I like to have my blog to bounce off of and share thoughts on this.
I'd like to thank the co-worker who reads this blog and confronted my ex about making themselves look good but in actuality...it was anything but. I'm sucking the backlash right now, but I appreciate the thought. More than you know.
My ex made promises that they didn't keep. Left a phone bill that exceeds $500 dollars. And continually tries to make my life a living hell. I'm moving on. This person has no bearing on my life anymore. It's a malevolent person who will take a child's security and screw it to the wall because they can. And one in denial who blames everyone but themselves.
I was no model partner. I know this. But I tried so damn hard to make it work. All for nothing. Let's just say this was one hell of an expensive learning experience. That's the reality of it. (A small postnote...I just got a 48 hour cut-off notice for the electric this person was supposed to pay. Just another example of what a worthless ass this person is.)
My ex told me to quit writing about them. About where there living now. About the backstabbing bitch who used to be my friend. Because this ex still wants control of my life. A control I'll never willingly give again to this person. Decisions were made. Words said. Actions taken that altered more than one life. Selfishness rules supreme. And I'm working through it. In my way. On my blog. Through friends and family.
And I'm so much better without this person. This toxic individual full of lies, deceit, and broken promises.
I love my children. My life. My job. And I'm talking to someone right now who gets me. Not the me that they want to support them while giving nothing in return. Someone who hears me. And someone who didn't just want me to "take care of them."
I'm over you.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Bye Chance
This is Chance
He passed away yesterday. He was hit by a van in front of us. Flew into the air and landed in a ditch.
I've got to bury him today after work. This is hard for several reasons. But the one that sticks out in my mind the most is that he was the last piece of my old life. Before the fire. We ushered his great big heiney into the van and carted him off to where we were staying. Man, that dog could ride.
We love you, you big damn doofy dog. Go chase rabbits in Heaven.
Rest in Peace. 5-1-2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Fire Goddess
Jinger has worked her magic. Again.
Available July 2007 from Whiskey Creek Press.
What do you think?
Crystal*
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