In a funk

Almost like a country song:
Creativity--zilch. My Muse is screaming: Forget a bunch of you! I'm on strike!
Personal motivation--I'm getting a busy signal.
Seasonal cheer--Is it January yet?
Rest--BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Children--Manic and mischievous. I'm contacting Santa about some coal importment.
Stress--all time high. What IS it about this time of year? grrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I have things to do! Place to go! Rooms to clean!
I'm beginning to think that bears really have it going on. Hole up and sleep. Or make like the squirrels and start storing nuts. Find a big tree. Ya know. *laughing*

And I have to go through the presents I've bought and figure out what is what. With all the chickens...it's always a good time. (heavy sarcasm) I have to pick up little stuff and boxes tomorrow. Wrapping paper. Bows. Haven't put the tree up yet! OMG. Just shoot me.
I swear, right now, this will not be the case next year. *raising hand*
Then again...it would help if the chickens had a steady list and not the revolving door list. ACK!

*breathing deeply*
*and again*
Even in the midst of this chaos...I'm thankful.
Grins*

Escalation

From motivation to escalation.
It seems nowadays that things just seem to be getting more and more bold. I'm sure someone raised in the fifties thinks the eighties were sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. But I'm really astounded that at thirty-three, bold has been taken to new heights.
Music is just one very good example. I don't know what everyone listens to. I can listen to anything from Classical to Oldies to Country to Rap to ANYTHING. But there is a song that my oldest chicken (age 12) seems to really like. I think it's called "My Humps", and it's by the Black-eyed Peas. And yes. There are several breast and ass references in it. I really don't care for it much. Nice beat. The words...not so much. Destiny's Child has a new song out that talks about "giving it up," or something of the like. It's really suggestive.
Now, things DO change. Hell, I listened to "I Want Your Sex" by George Michaels and "Touch Me" by Samantha Fox. I jammed to "Dr. Feelgood" by Motley Crue. Yes, it was the eighties. And yes--sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll were rampant.
But now I have chickens of my own. And there is only so much I can take. There are a lot of tv programs that we have locked, and they can't access. When the oldest chicken (I'm just picking on her today) went to a friend's house and watched Rated "R" movies (Nightmare on Elm Street) I hit the freaking roof. And when she went to another friend's house afterwards, she declined to watch the Rated "R" movies with her friends. By the way, the mother at the house was highly impressed. And yes, I was very proud.
My job is to protect. Try to protect the sanctity of some portions of the chicken's lives. I don't want to shelter them (smother them) so badly they can't function in everyday society.
But damn it! I am the Mama filter. It's my job to screen the crap that gets thrown into their lives everyday.

The chickens and I have an "open door" policy. They want to know something...they come and ask. But I try and keep outside exposure to a minimum. They are still children. Okay, almost teenagers. Everything seems to be going faster and faster. Kids learn things they shouldn't, younger and younger.
And yes, when "My Humps" comes on...I change the station. It's the least I can do.
Grins*

The white stuff

*sigh*
Yeah. The white stuff. It's about to become REAL white here tomorrow. 4-6 inches, I believe. High of 24 degrees. Low of 9. *double sigh*
I don't mind the freeze so much. I just don't like the monotony of it. It needs to freeze, kill the bugs, and then get on. Really. And then some teacher at the chicken's school really did it. She said something about "NO SCHOOL." *rubbing temple* Yeah. That was freakin' brilliant.

And I have a question for all of you who have kids. Back in the day, when we were young and such, didn't you pretty much self-motivate yourself? You had homework...you did it. When you had a test...you studied. Things such as that.
Apparently some of that has gone away. Or at least, it has here. I just made up a fifty question study guide for two of the chickens' social studies. It's rather irritating. I just want to yell, "My Lord! You have a freakin' book! You have study guides! Use them!!!" Sheesh

On the writing front...I'm working on editing a submission for the Summer Sizzlers on the WCP Torrid line. It's finished, I simply need to edit. I really wanted to complete book one of my four-book set, but I don't know if that will happen or not. I also have a contemporary that I really need to work on. Unfortunately, that requires time. *looking at the clock* *snickering*
Um, yeah. Right.

Good news on the health front. My blood pressure is down a bit! WooWoo! Go me. Yep. I'm eating better, too. No fast food at all this last week. (I would hit the drive-thru's at least once). I'm rather proud. So wish me luck.
Enjoy your sunshine if you've been blessed with it. Mebbe email me some.
Grins*

Interview and contest

Hello everyone!
I have a new interview at Coffee Time Romance. I'm going to put the link up here and run a contest that coincides with it.
I'll have three questions that you must answer. Sign my guestbook, leave your answers, and I will have one of the chickens pick a winner. Contest ends Midnight, December 11th, CST. The prize is an autographed copy of Virtually Yours.
Here's the link: http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/Interviews/CrystalInman.html

And here's the questions:
1. Name at least two authors that have influenced my writing.
2. What two names do I write under?
3. If you could go "virtually" anywhere with these lovely glasses...where? and why?

Sign my guestbook at http://chryswriter.tripod.com and leave your answers. The winner will be notified December 12th. Best of luck!
Grins*

Back in the saddle

Hello all!
A HUGE thank you for everyone's well wishes. We still have a burn ban here statewide because of the fires that keep popping up. Our area only lost hay and grass. People lost their homes in the city.

I have been remiss of late as far as blogging. Isn't that awful? I used to look forward to getting on the computer and sharing my day, thoughts, self with everyone. So to recap: tired, working, seasonal insanity, cats are insane, working, barely sleeping, kids are counting down to Christmas, basketball games, and working. There you go. *grins* Now we're at the same place.

I told myself I would begin to eat better because let's face it...I wasn't. Not even close. Went back to the doctor Thursday and guess what? My blood pressure is down! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Yay me! So then. Instead of waiting for the New Year (my usual), I'm taking the bull by the horns. (And yes, in case you were wondering, I'm going to fit as many western sayings as I can into this post.) 'Cause that's just how I do it. *laughing*

We're cleaning today. I'll have to get out the bullwhip and get after the kids. Tomorrow is a day of rest, and we're all going to take it. But today...today we WORK!

Cowgirl up!
Grins*

My house almost burnt last night

Yesterday, about five o'clock, there was a frantic honking in my driveway. A man and wife in two different vehicles were warning everyone around here about a grassfire that was right down the road. And it was headed in our direction. I freaked out for about three minutes and then started directing traffic.
Told the kids to shove their clothes and favorite toys into bags and to start loading. I had my best friend take my computer apart and grab it. I grabbed all my backup discs and purse. The kids were frantic, and we had to keep calming them down. I called one of our other close friends (THANK YOU, BETSY!!!) and told her what was going on. She said supper was on the stove.
We had to run to the gas station for something and by the time we topped the hill by our house, we could see flames above the trees.
It's dry here. We're ten inches below normal rainfall, and when I say I live in the middle of a hayfield, I'm NOT lying.
We load up four cats (2 in a carrier together and 2 free) and 1 dog (THANK YOU, MATT!) and boogie over to Betsy's house.
There is a four way stop that is a 1/3 of a mile N of my house. Then it all slopes downhill until you get to a small highway. It's 2 1/4 miles from my house S to the highway. A mile and a half down my road is a propane place. I don't know if refinery is a right word, but it's got all the equipment and whatnot. The firefighters around here were working frantically to not let the fire get that far because if it did...BOOM! That would pretty much be all she wrote.
I live in a tiny town with a volunteer fire department. There were neighbors, firefighters from all around, and residents who pitched in to help. It was truly a group effort.
When they got that under control...or so they thought...a person up the highway had 70 haybales catch on fire.
There were probably around four or five fires just in my small little town. One was caused by a downed power line because of the wind. It reached up to 66 mph here.

I am very thankful that my children, my furry children, and my work survived this ordeal. You just never know when something like this may occur. Right now, I'm still wound up on nerves. But soon enough I'll tumble into bed and hope like hell it rains.
Crystal*

For the future

I've given this a lot of thought. And here's what I have. Something triggered this in me the other day.

When I was young, I would run willy-nilly and not care where I ended up. I would laugh long and loud with my head thrown back and ear-splitting shrieks. Snorting was acceptable. I would say "Hi" to strangers and smile at everyone. My socks wouldn't match, and I wouldn't care. Chocolate was an acceptable meal at any given time. I wore the gaudiest dollar store jewelry with pride. Coloring a paper might take a whole day, and I loved the way it looked.

But somewhere around twelve, I changed. I no longer showed my emotions. For some reason, I started to hide them. My body changed. My feelings changed. I was confused. And I didn't like being uncomfortable in my own body. Some people became mean. Some people would make promises they didn't keep. I wanted to trust but was afraid. This lasted until I was thirty.

At around thirty, I changed again. The laughter came back. I painted my toenails each a different color. I got two tattoos. I would dye my hair to match my mood. I wore what I wanted to. I held open doors for strangers and thanked everyone for every small kindness. I began to appreciate my differentness instead of wearing it like an invisible stigma.

People still confuse me. But I'm well with myself. Those eighteen years between twelve and thirty are lost. And I just thank God that I came back to the child I thought I lost all those years ago. So that is my thought for the future.

Don't just embrace the inner child. Show them the sunlight. Let them pick out your clothes.
And for God's sake...let them laugh.
Grins*

Three in a row

I remember a time, not so long ago, where I would actually blog twice in one day. *snort*
Them days are LONG gone.

Today wasn't half bad. I didn't leave the house. *cheering* So I actually wrote on one of my many manuscripts. Plus I moved several MS Works to MS Word. It works for me.
Tomorrow will be hectic. I have a doctor's appointment (I SO do not want to go. Anybody want to bet on whether I get water pills for my high blood pressure? grrrrrrrrrr) I also need to take my flat tire and have Wally World fix it. I need to zip into town and see if I can pick up Harry Potter tickets early or if I have to wait.
I could rant on and on and on right now. But I'm tired, and I flat don't feel like it.
I think everyone in this house has got the "blah's" quite frankly. Maybe a movie will help.

Here's a cyber throw to all of us that are gonna freeze our arses off tonight.
Grins*

Lalalala

Yep, that's me. And I'm singing. Lalalalalalalala

Just 'cause I feel like it. Here's the rundown of the good stuff.
I have MANY releases due out next year. WOOHOO!

Virtually Yours Available Now Whiskey Creek Press
LOVE Anthology January 2006 WCP
Winter Wishes Anthology January 2006 Whiskey Creek Press Torrid Line
Perfect Timing February 2006 WCP
Spring Flings Anthology April 2006 WCP Torrid Line
What He Wants June 2006 WCP Torrid Line
The Portrait July 2006 WCP

I might have a couple more short stories out at the end of the year, but I don't think I'll have any more novels. Of course, I'll have three full novels out anyway. So that should work itself out. I'm still in progress on one I wanted to be through with by the end of this year. But I don't know if that's happening or not. This year is FLYING!!!!!
I've run around like a crazy woman yesterday and today. Finally got the PE situation worked out with my youngest chicken. Apparently she's Gifted and Talented...which no one shared with me until today. *shaking head*
So she'll be doing work on the computer to broaden her cranial horizons. Doesn't bother me a bit.

Harry Potter will be out Friday! OMG...the chickens are beyond happy with that one. So we'll be going to check that out. Probably have to camp out to get tickets. Ought to be a GOOD one.
And I've actually blogged two days in a row. *thud* Wonders never cease.
Grins*

Lost: Organizational brain cells

Okay. That does it. My memory has left the cranial building.
I don't know WHAT has happened. But my organizational skills are non-existent. And I'm wondering why.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm
I'm sure everyone around me is thinking...OMG! What a twit!
But really...I'm not. I'm just organizationally challenged right now.
Every little aspect in my life feels like a struggle right now. I think it may be related to my sinus infection that I have left over from my flu that my doctor chose not to give me antibiotics for. And I think this is related to my blood pressure issues. *sigh*
I'm just exhausted right now. And I absolutely hate feeling like this. And when in the blue hell did it become the middle of freakin' November? *glaring at calendar*
This year has been one whirlwind for sure.
So I'm just checking in...and asking for patience if I haven't visited in awhile or emailed you back. My synapses...they aren't what they used to be.
Grins*

Me and Billy Blanks

You know...I have a love/hate affair with Billy Blanks. You might know him as the Tae-Bo guy. Rather attractive, muscular dude that is a world champion ass-kicker.
I used to do one of his tapes almost everyday. And I could SEE the difference. And I've gotten WAY out of practice. So I thought I would give it a go again. *sigh*
He's great. It's a great workout. But I find myself calling him everything but a fitness instructor. My favorite being "you twisted ass" when he expects me to double time some kicks that leave me looking highly unattractive with the mother of all wedgies.
But I've committed myself this time. *snort* Funny how I use the word "committed." I'm seriously thinking I need to be at times.
I worked out today. Did some free weights. Yada yada yada. Let's see if I can keep up this time.

Now for a rant. Ya know, I'm rather sick of people with attitude problems. Really. There is a teacher at school that thankfully has pared down her workload. She has an attitude problem. She likes to yell. Combine that with my baby chicken who ALSO has an attitude problem. Get the picture? It is NOT a pretty one.
It's like seriously refereeing two children. But the adult has the advantage. She has the principal in her corner. Here's a few problems that I've encountered JUST THIS YEAR with the teacher.
1. She yells. A lot.
2. There is no discipline in that class. I've witnessed that firsthand. And thus...the yelling.
3. For some unknown reason, she lets other children get away with not having notes for sitting out in PE. Never mind that my child isn't one of them. She needs a note for everything.
4. Some little girl kicked my chicken's PE shoes and stuff out of her locker. And the teacher yelled at MY CHILD for not finding her shoes. I believe that the other little girl needed to be talked to.
5. The teacher has the principal in her corner telling my child that she's rude and won't be allowed to go back into PE.
Over my dead, freaking body. The principal, I'm sure, doesn't care for me much either. I have SEVERAL issues with the school this year. It's simply falling apart under pathetic leadership in several areas.
So I'll be going up Monday and letting them know we need to conference. I can work on my child's attitude problem at home. And believe me, we talked at length this evening. But there is also another attitude problem that needs to be addressed. I don't care HOW old she is.
This is the same teacher that I sat in front of at a Christmas program who badmouthed every teacher at the school. I was appalled.
So Monday ought to be ALL kinds of fun.

On a professional note...I wrote about 1800 words on another erotic romance short story. I hope to finish it by a week from now, polish, and send off. The entries...they are piling up for these anthologies. The second one has already been closed due to all spots being filled.
Have a great day!!!
Grins*

Yep, it's that time again

Hello everyone!
It's that time of year again. BOOK FAIR! And yes, I'm working a couple days this week to cover SOME of the costs of my kids' books. Little heathens. *laughing*
I worked 8-3 yesterday, and I'm working the same hours Wednesday. I absolutely love it. Nothing like a bunch of children running around and getting excited about books.
Plus, I get to embarrass my children at will. It's a win-win situation. I think I'm 2 for 3 right now. But then again, I'll be back Wednesday.

I handwrote 13 pages yesterday in between spurts of children. So I'm pleased with that, also. Now I just need to transfer all my writing onto the computer file. I was going to go back to bed this morning, but I don't see that happening now.

It's lovely here. Around eighty today. Seventy-three tomorrow. I love this weather. I'm simply hoping that winter won't bite us in the butt in another month or so. One week of a hard freeze to kill the bugs, and then I'm ready for the leaves to start growing again.

And Christmas? OH. MY. GOD. Um...first of all, the kids don't even really know what they want. Of course, the middle chicken has a BRATZ list. Because that's just how she is. The baby chicken wants one thing that she can think of. So I have to laugh. I think it's a twenty dollar toy from KMart. That one's in the bag. The oldest chicken probably wants more PS2 games.
I think we're going to go for a couple of bigger gifts they can all share this year. Electronics perhaps or something of the like. But where has the time gone? It's NOVEMBER!!!
*checking calendar and trying not to faint*
It's one month and seventeen days until Christmas. I know. I know. But I just had to share that. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Grins*

It's not a good thing...

...when your blood pressure is higher than your IQ. *laughing*

Went to the doctor today. Apparently the blood pressure is high again. What a pain in the arse. I mean, really. I've got bigger fish to fry. Hell. It's just so bloody inconvenient.

I haven't written in about two weeks. *gasp* *wheeze* I HATE that. I need to get my butt in gear and finish at least another contemporary before the end of this year. I'm about 25,000 in on one of them. I want to finish it soon. That would require the "butt in chair" method. Ya know. Being horizontal just doesn't seem to help.

Going over to a friend's tomorrow to visit and to contribute to her yard sale. This weekend is still kind of in the air. Don't know what's cooking yet. But I can't believe it's already November, and I haven't bought ANY Christmas presents yet. *choke* *clutching chest*
Wish me luck.
And have a GREAT weekend!!!
Grins*

Things that suck

Okay people. Just because I'm in a mood right now.

Things that suck:
Children who are ungrateful that I've taken time away from my several hundred emails (most business-related) to help them with their math for the twelfth time.
My sinuses. (Oh man...do they ever. I'm finally breaking down and calling the doctor tomorrow.)
My damn female cat that's in heat. (Now I have to keep the boy out in the cold because she's turned into slut kitty. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr)
All the beepity beep clothes on my damn bed that need to be folded. (Screw a big bunch of them.)
President Bush. (Don't get me started. That man, and I use that term loosely, is a pox on society.)
My Packers. (Ya know. I love Brett Favre. But his team inhales.)
All the dirty dishes in my kitchen. (See note about my clothes. Same goes.)
The headache I've had since last Monday. (Yes! Yes! I'm calling the doctor tomorrow.)
My school's superintendent. (He is the debil. I'm convinced of it.)

And now things that I'm eternally grateful for:
Puffs Plus. (God bless those tissue makers.)
My friends. All y'all. My rotten children. My author friends. My editors and co-workers.
My doctor. (Who, yes, I'm calling tomorrow.)
Over-the-counter medicine. (I need stock in it.)
Chocolate. (By God, I can't taste it. But I know it's there on my tongue.)

And now that I've rambled on incessantly, I'm going back to bed.
Grins*

*cough* *cough*

I hate the fact that I've been blogging sporadically. This week has been brutal. I started feeling bad Monday and then everything went downhill. I spent Monday and Tuesday in bed. It's called sinus infections/fever/sore throat/all kinds of cooties.
I can kind of breathe today, but my voice is not a pretty thing. I actually lost it Wednesday. I didn't mind the kids dancing and grinning. I didn't have the energy to beat them. *grins*
I think I'm on the mend. *crossing fingers* Because I really hate being sick. I have this preference for being able to breathe. Mebbe that's just me.
I have to pry my booty out of bed for parent/teacher conferences tomorrow. Oh, and it's the oldest chicken's birthday. And the last for this month. THANK GOD! Then there's a fall carnival. Have to get stuff for the kid's treasure hunt. Then there's basketball games Saturday, and I'm supposed to help with the concession.
Oh geez. Give me some meds. I'm going back to bed.
Grins*

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Oh my goodness. *blinking*
I see Winter has arrived in my fair state. It's probably a balmy thirty degrees outside right now with strong winds gusting from the north. *shivering*
I have about an hour before I start making a difference around here, *grinning*, and cooking or something.
I like to cook on Sundays. Today we're doing fried chicken, potatoes, corn, and toast. Mmmmm
Good eatin', my friend.

My Author's Week at WCP Reader's Group has been great! I've had quite a bit of participation, and I absolutely LOVE to talk to fellow authors and readers. LOVE IT.
Now I'm working on my first book in my four-book set. And another naughty novel. I really do like writing both. All kinds of fun.
Hope everyone stays warm and safe.

Oh...almost forgot. *laughing*
We had a sheriff on our porch this morning at about eight o'clock. Seems some idiot stole a car and torched it in the pasture right across the street from ours. Can you believe that? We are VERY lucky that stuff didn't catch and spread.
And for this...I'm thankful.
Grins*

In hiding...

Shhhhhhhhhh

I'm hiding from the children. It's Fall Break. *sigh* Does anyone ever remember being out so much when they were going to school? Not me.
Yesterday was middle chicken's birthday. Shopping. For hours. But she had a great time. I have one more this month. (Thank you, Lord) Then I can focus on Christmas. *snort*

And now some GOOD NEWS!
I've been contracted by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid http://whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com for a FULL NOVEL! WOO! WOO!
I already have two short stories. One is Naughty and Nice due out January 2006 in the Winter Wishes Anthology. Then there is Intervention which will be in the Spring Flings Anthology due out in April 2006.
The title of the full is What He Wants. It's a Paranormal Romance.
I am so excited!
And now...back to work. I have a Contemporary that I need to work on. Oh...and another spicy story.
hehe
It's good being me.
Grins*

My Author's Week

Hello everyone!
I wanted to invite you to my Author's Week I'll be having at Whiskey Creek Press Reader's Group. You can join the group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WCPreaders/ or you can simply go to the website http://wcpauthor.com/ and scroll to the bottom where it says "click to join."
I'll be posting excerpts of several of my works and giving away gifts such as downloads of my book, gift certificates, and an autographed paperback of my first release.
I would love to see you there! I will post throughout the day and respond to posts as they come in. There's no set time. You come and go as you please. It's just a great way to interact with readers and have a lot of fun.
I'll be there all week answering questions and talking about my books and writing.
See you there!
Grins*

Definition of a weekend *snort*

Main Entry: 1week·end
Pronunciation: 'wek-"end
Function: noun
: the end of the week; specifically : the period between the close of one working or business or school week and the beginning of the next
lookupchange('weekend','lookUpDic');
See? That's what I thought.
And then I read my horoscope. And really...this time it's quite accurate.
Chrys,
When others require that you do something in particular, you often rebel. You'd prefer to do things your own way. Today, however, you may not have a choice. Sure, you can get yourself totally frustrated by fighting against your obligations, but it will be easier to just do what you must and then be free to later do what you wish.

And now...a little to-do list for today and tomorrow:
Whip up another website for my steamier works. (I'm technologically challenged)
Gather excerpts from my released and soon-to-be released works for my Author's week next week. (Haven't started)
Gather the gifts and list them for my Author's week. (Have three. Need five.)
Write a spotlight for our Authors Unlimited newsletter. http://authorsunlimited.net/ (Hate to repeat myself...but haven't started)
And three smaller things:
Hammer out a fifty word or less blurb for my story in the Winter Wishes Anthology coming out in January from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. http://whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/
Make another signature line and somehow fit all my good stuff on there. *smacking head repeatedly*
Send out announcements detailing my Author's Week and plead for people to come. *grins*
Wish me well. I stocked up on Diet Pepsi yesterday and have already threatened the children's lives. So all should be well with that.
Grins*

Making a change

Since I've decided to pursue both traditional and erotic romance, I've elected to use a pen name for the erotic romance. It's not a HUGE change from my name. It's more of a derivative. So...without further ado...My erotic romance pen name is C'ann Inman.

And being the short-sighted heifer I sometimes can be...this now opens up a whole new can of worms. Another website linked to my first. Another signature line. More business cards. (I am going for RED.)

This was prompted by the fact that I'm having fun writing both. I've just had another short story accepted to Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. It's going to be in the Spring Flings Anthology due out April 2006. That makes two short stories with this genre. I also have a full that the editor is graciously eyeballing right now. I have at least two more fulls and two more shorts I want to pursue in this genre. For now.
I also have at least six ideas for traditional stories. Two have more than 25,000 words right now.

Has anybody looked into cloning?
Grins*

Ought to make for an interesting day

Chrys,
Get ready for an adventure into the unknown where you meet interesting and unconventional people who are very different than you. Some basic assumptions about what and who is "normal" may be tested and you could find yourself far from home. There are few better equipped than you to appreciate the extraordinary diversity of the human species. It's a fun excursion to another world and beyond.

Ooooooooooo
I love the interesting and unconventional. I often visit there myself.
Grins*

It's about damn time

I love the Packers. Anyone who knows anything at all about me knows this. And it has been a WOEFULLY pitiful season thus far. Until today.
My man, Brett Favre, led his team to a 52-3 victory over the Saints. He was the first one on the field today, period. He was at Lambeau hours before the game throwing that ball. He is my sports hero. I also lust after him, but that's another post. *grinning*
Fifty-two to three. I'm going to be hugging that one to my chest for many days to come.
The only major gripe I have is that there is regional coverage. Um...I'm quite a ways from Wisconsin, so I can only watch highlights. But that's okay. I'll take what I can get.

I've got another review. Woohoo! Woohoo! I love these reviewers. They're taking time out of their day to read stories and give feedback to the author and other readers. I appreciate ALL OF YOU!
Here's the link for my latest review http://www.romancejunkies.com/artman/publish/article_4306.shtml
from Romance Junkies.
Have a wonderful weekend all!
Grins*

Is it the weekend yet?

Brrrrrrrrrrr
It's one cold sonofagun here. Have the woodstove burning. Lovely.
I've finally made the choice on my school issues. When I've let them know, I'll pass it on to y'all. Satisfied? Mebbe not. But it's workable.

My first chat was the other night. And it was so exciting! OMG! I absolutely loved it. There is nothing like connecting with other authors and readers. Woo! And I love to read about other authors. Simply fascinating.
I have an interview at Fallen Angel Reviews http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/Interviews/Sept05-Serena-CrystalInman.htm
Give it a gander if you'd like. I'm bursting with stories and can't wait to actually work on them tomorrow. This week has simply been crazy.
I ran into a girl I knew from school that I haven't seen in about fifteen years. She asked what I was doing, and she smiled. "I knew you'd do something smart."
*laughing*
Thanks, Twana. I appreciate that.
Grins*

Y'all are the best

Okay. I have to vent. I'm sorry. But here it is.
The superintendent at the kid's school has a God complex. Apparently he told the Board when he hired in that he would do things his way. Period.
We had a nice two-hour chat yesterday (I'm mentally exhausted), and here's the sum of it.
Even though there are six children (sharp children) who have dropped a letter grade or two in at least one class...there are twenty-seven other children who are doing well. This one year won't do "irreparable damage" to them. If it were special education children who were having problems, he would hire an aide. But since it's not...oh well.
He went so far as to accuse the children of being lazy. Me of favoring my youngest child (She's so low-maintenance it's not even funny). And this just in...
the teacher who had the wall-eyed fit to keep all the fifth graders to herself popped off with, "It's not *my baby chicken* who has the problem. It's her mother." Nice, huh? Here and I will be having a little chat in the future. I can promise you that.
I have been officially villified by the four teachers involved, the principal, and the superintendent. Am I bothered? Not particularly.
The baby chicken's (ALL the chickens) academics have always been very important to me. The superintendent went so far as to say that grades don't matter. But if the schoolwide report cards drop...there will be consequences. I'm sure he'll think he can deal with that when it happens.
He doesn't think parents should be involved in any way, shape, or form with any scheduling or fund allotment for the children. We're all supposed to sit back, shut up, and deal with it.
I gave him a list of thirty-four questions that had to do with the school, teachers, and this schedule.
For the first thirty minutes of our meeting, he was the most insulting individual he could be without cursing me. I had an agenda. He wouldn't be a part of any school where the decisions were based on parents. Those questions were condescending and low. No one had ever talked to him that way before. I think that was the problem.
There is a massive hole on campus where I've heard rumors of a pond being there named after him. It turns my stomach, quite frankly. When I asked about it...who funded it...he said that they were hoping for a grant from the Wildlife Conservation. Interesting. I bet he still makes sure it bears his name. What an egotist.
I'm making another effort at the next school board meeting, but I don't see anything changing. Like I said, I'm the villain.
I'm not done fighting, but I don't hold out much hope I'll be taken seriously. There's a large dose of small-town politics attached to all this. And my roots don't run as deep as some others.
Wish me luck. And I adore all of you that left encouraging remarks. That's exactly what I need right now.
Grins*

WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE?

Yes. I'm yelling. And that other strange sound you hear? It's me. Hyperventilating. *grinning*
Thanks to everyone for their collective congratulations. I'm beaming over here.
:)
I love hearing from all of you.

I'm still bickering with the superintendent of the kid's school. He flat out told me today that he wasn't changing the schedule. And just because "six children are struggling. It's an acceptable casualty because twenty-seven children are doing fine." The six children are advanced students. He also stated that "one year will not do irreparable damage." Nice, huh?
Still not done. I have one more school board meeting to attend. Then I'm making my decision about what to do.
And the superintendent? He accused me of having an agenda. Me. An agenda. I almost fell out of my chair. And he was defensive to the point of being derisive and pissy with me. Rather ridiculous. It was because I was questioning him. Imagine that. The balls I must have. To question the current curriculum schedule as it affects my child. Someone get the whip.

But I digress.
Tonight is my chat at Coffee Time Romance. The link is in the post below this one. Come see me if you've got the time. Once again, I've neglected my writing and my bloghopping (pity that) because of this school debacle. I'm straightening that out tomorrow.
Can't wait to see what everyone is up to.

Grins*

My first release is available!

Hi y'all!
This is it. Virtually Yours is now available through http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com.
I'll also be chatting October 4th at http://www.coffeetimeromance.com at 9:00 pm EST. I'll be giving away a free download of my book. Come and join me!
Thanks to all of you for your support! I appreciate it so much!
Grins,
Crystal*

Time off

I took this weekend off from blogging. I think I'm going to start doing that from now on. It was a nice little break for myself.
I've been on the computer for hours on end strengthening my case for the School Board again. Let me just ask you this:
Would you like it if you're fourth grader had eight different classes with six different teachers? If you were totally ignored and not asked at all about any of it?
I'm pissed.

Onto better news. I received my ARC for Perfect Timing back today. I'm now sending it out for reviews and such. Busy. Busy. Busy. That one is due out in February.
I really need to focus on finishing the stories I have before me right now. I was going to go back to the school superintendent's tomorrow, but I think I'll go back Monday when I head to town for my doctor's checkup.

It's a windy sonofagun here. The wind has shifted to the north. It was 95 degrees today. Tomorrow it's going to be 73. WOO! I'm so excited! No air conditioner! Just nice, cool, fall weather. *sigh* I'm so ready.

I have three girls' birthdays in October. Pray for me.
Grins*

Friday night plans

THANK YOU ALL for the lovely, positive thoughts. I appreciate all of them. And Lyvvie, I adore you. Just couldn't let that pass. *grins*
I'm horrible about being wound up. I want to overachieve on everything. And one more thing to the mix? Oh SUUUUUUUUURE. No problem. Ack. Ack.
But I'm going to try and slow that down a bit for the remainder of the year. Me=trying to do better.
We're going to a hometown football game this evening. My alma mater. Ahem. Why do they all look so damn young? *laughing* I stopped by the office today to get a schedule, and I was taken aback by all that youth manning the phones and desks. Maybe I'll run into a couple of old friends and chit-chat. If nothing else, it's an evening away from the house where we can watch a little football.
Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!!!
Grins*

Just breathe

Chrys,It's a tough phase for you emotionally as you struggle to find balance between your obligations and your need for freedom. Perhaps something has happened that makes it difficult for you to move on -- although you know you must. Someone else's positive outlook can now offer just the inspiration you need to take the next step.

Anyone out there with a positive outlook? Bueller? Bueller?
I'm feeling swamped. I think I'm pushing myself too hard mentally because I feel guilty for being off for my gallbladder thing. Next week I'll be at the school at least 3 days. I have to finish editing my second book. I have several stories waiting for me to jump right back in, and I want to.
Then what's my hold up? I honestly don't know. I love writing. And as I sit here pondering my quandry ( I don't use this word nearly enough), I think I've come up with something.
My first book is out next month. That both excites and scares the bejeezus out of me. I have three children's birthdays next month. Then it will be Christmas. And where in the hell has this year gone?
Okay. I'm signing off now. I need to breathe calmly and tell myself that it's nothing I can't overcome. But...um...if there's any positive outlook out there, please share.
Grins*

Uneasy dreams

Law enforcement authorities were searching a one-square-mile area from XXXX and XXX late Monday night for a suspect wanted for an alleged shooting incident in XXXXXXX County.
Authorities were looking for a white male who is 5 feet, 11 inches, tall, weighing 165 pounds with tattoos all over, according to scanner reports.

This is approximately three miles from my house. And I didn't hear about it until about 11:00 p.m. last night. We were watching the Dallas game and I DVR'd Medium and UFC Ultimate Fighter 2.
I've tried to find out what happened, but I can't find it anywhere today. Grrrrrrrrrrr
Needless to say, I didn't sleep with the ear plugs in last night. Hopefully this idiot has been caught.
On a lighter note, Medium was EXCELLENT last night. It sucks to have to wait three months to see a Part 2, but it was really good.
Tonight is Open House at the chickens' school. I'm not sure how many dirty looks I'll receive, but I'll let y'all know. I plan on telling the principal that I'll be back this next Monday for another chat with her. And then I'm going to spend two days next week going to class with my two younger chickens.
And this is what kills me: I have talked to teachers from the elementary up. I have heard from other parents. I can't find ONE person besides perhaps the principal and superintendent who think this system is working. But no one else will speak up. So I persevere.
I've literally pushed my editing up and worked my heiney off this week to just have the time to swing this next week. Will it change anything? From my experience last time, I doubt it.
But I hope. And I continue. And my kids know that I care enough to put everything aside for them. Even this battle has its perks.
Grins*

Even the dog is sneezing

I don't know about any of y'all, but my allergies are kicking my arse. I'm shoving little, red pills down my throat at the rate of 3 every 3 hours. Even our shepard/coyote mix is sneezing.
Our youngest feline decided to catch a mouse last night. But first he decided to play with it. For over half an hour. He was batting it around like he was somebody. And then he would glance up at me to see if I was paying attention. He's a nut.

I need to work on my writing this morning because this evening is booked. And last night, the Whiskey Creek Press authors had a chat at http://fallenangelreviews.com/
It's the first time I've ever attended. It was enjoyable, and I really liked interacting with the readers. One of the women happened to give a review to my first book, Virtually Yours, coming out next month. You ever have one of those moments? Those warm, fuzzy ones? It was lovely when she told me that. And then followed it up with, "I love that book." *beaming*
There's football tonight so I need to hop on the wagon and tap it out. I would like to have half my next short story finished and possibly continue editing my second book. We'll see how that pans out.
Have a good Monday. *wondering if that's an oxymoron*
Grins*

Even the dog is sneezing

I don't know about any of y'all, but my allergies are kicking my arse. I'm shoving little, red pills down my throat at the rate of 3 every 3 hours. Even our shepard/coyote mix is sneezing.
Our youngest feline decided to catch a mouse last night. But first he decided to play with it. For over half an hour. He was batting it around like he was somebody. And then he would glance up at me to see if I was paying attention. He's a nut.

I need to work on my writing this morning because this evening is booked. And last night, the Whiskey Creek Press authors had a chat at http://fallenangelreviews.com/
It's the first time I've ever attended. It was enjoyable, and I really liked interacting with the readers. One of the women happened to give a review to my first book, Virtually Yours, coming out next month. You ever have one of those moments? Those warm, fuzzy ones? It was lovely when she told me that. And then followed it up with, "I love that book." *beaming*
There's football tonight so I need to hop on the wagon and tap it out. I would like to have half my next short story finished and possibly continue editing my second book. We'll see how that pans out.
Have a good Monday. *wondering if that's an oxymoron*
Grins*

Sports, short stories, and Sunday

Right now, I'm watching the Eagles stomp the snot out of the Forty-Niners. I mean BAD. Then I get to watch Denver and San Diego. The bad part being...most games that are televised are regional. So my beloved Packers? Not so much. And on a vaguely related subject, I bought a $7 Packers coat yesterday. One of those big, bad boys that cheeseheads booger up in when the tundra is frozen and Brett Favre is tearing it up at Lambeau Field. I love football. *grins* Mebbe it's the hot guys in tight pants. Who knows? I've learned not to question such things.

I finished my Torrid short story and am about to start on my other one. I'm enjoying myself immensely. First time I've ever used food to play with in a story. hehehe
Now I have to switch gears and clean it up a bit. This story is a totally different take on love/lust and all those goodies.
Enjoy your Sunday.
Grins*

Back on track

Well then.
I think I'm back. I've tried to hit my blogbar and go bloghopping today. I missed it!
And so I did. A lot of you have new looks for your blogs. Very nice.
I know I'm better when the insomniac comes back. And guess what? I'm arse deep in short stories and three fulls. Ayuh. Looks like I AM back.
I need to do the final edit for the second book. I need to finish one short story and dive headfirst into another. I need to finish my spicy story and at least one contemporary in a month.
My personal challenges. *grinning*
And the flippin' school board meeting that I drug myself to and remember about half of? (The day after my surgery.)
Words CANNOT describe what a cluster that has turned out to be. Once again, I'm going to haul my cookies up to the school and raise blazes with several people. The principal. The superintendent. And I'll make a point to be at every school board meeting.
Why don't some people have common sense? If anyone ever figures this one out...email me. Sometime at a later date, I'll vent. For now, I'm just happy to be here.
Grins*

What the stars think

And I'm inclined to agree.

Chrys,There are irresolvable issues in your life, making you feel less stable than you wish. Even if you figure out some of the details, the overall picture may still remain messy. Perhaps you have an idea that could make it all work out, but then when you go to put your plan into motion, you bump into something that you didn't consider. At least temporarily, try to live with the chaos.

Can I get a pfffftttttt?
Grins*

Romance Junkies Contest

Hello all!

I'm writing because I was just informed that my entry is up at Romance Junkies. There are 20 entries with excerpts. Everyone was informed to use a different name so as to not influence voting. Mine is in there somewhere, but I know any one of us would be more than happy to receive a vote. If you've got time and the inclination, it would be appreciated.
Here's the link: http://www.contestjunkies.com/artman/publish/cat_index_33.php It's the last week, so I'll bother you no more. *grinning*

On an entirely different note, I think two of my staples are infected. *looking down at torso and grimacing* I guess the doc and I will have ALL kinds of fun tomorrow.
Be safe.

Grins*

Stapled, sore, and sedated

Hell of a way to start the day. I typed in about three paragraphs and blogger ate it. Let me surmise.

10 staples. Loritab is my friend. Staples out Wednesday. Sore. Bed is friend. Better at end of week. Hugs to everyone.

Grins*

Nervous energy

Right now I'm full of it. Um...nervous energy. I've just sent my Artist and Title info to my publisher for my third book. I need to update my website. There are three million things racing through my head right this minute. I've got Fox News on and am watching recovery efforts.

My nervousness stems from the fact that I think there is more wrong with me than the simple gallbladder. Mebbe I'm overthinking this. And mebbe not. I don't know. I DO know that I have pain in more places than just the usual spots. So, we'll see.

Then I have this whole school board issue coming up a day after my surgery. The kids' school is just all bent out of shape this year. There is complete and utter chaos. Children are being shuffled near and far. It's absolutely ridiculous. So I raised hell and contacted the school superintendent. I can state my case on Sept. 8th. Ayuh. The day after my surgery. I'll be stating my case from the sitting position, but I'm not waiting another month for another meeting. No way.
My fourth-grader has six different teachers. And her homeroom is the computer room. They don't even have DESKS. They are writing on their laps. Me=NOT happy. Apparently this school year is a cluster from Pre-K to high school. There are too many children on the buses. They sit three to a seat. And one bus has children sitting on other children's laps. This is just WRONG!
I need to put my thoughts together today and tomorrow so that I'm ready to fight the good fight for the children. Wish me luck.

Grins*

Me again

Hello you lovely people!

It's Saturday, and I'm impatiently waiting for Wednesday. Thought I was going to have to run to the ER yesterday. Had a little dizzy spell at my Mom's birthday lunch. My blood pressure is a little high. I think it's all related to my gallbladder, personally. But, um...I don't have a MD after my name. More's the pity.
I appreciate all of your comments and your visits. I know I'm a sporadic poster now, and I'm so sorry. And I miss surfing y'all's blogs so much. Grrrrrrrrrrr
My goal is to be at least able to sit at the computer for extended periods of time a week from today. *fingers crossed* Then I can see how everyone is doing.
I've received another review, but I'm not dealing with it until a little later in the month. It's at Fallen Angels Review if you want to check it out. I'll post it later.
I miss all of you!!!

Crystal*

Hello!

Hi all! Thought I'd drop a line and type an update. I went to the doctor yesterday. I'm FINALLY having the gallbladder removed next Wednesday morning. YAY!!! And normally I'd hit return and start another paragraph. Apparently Blogger is in revolt. It won't let me. Sorry. This will all be strewn together. Two of the kids are in band. And let the music abound in the house. *laughing* I remember my band days well. Oh. My. I hope everyone is tapping away at those manuscripts and tearing it up. I'm working on and off on another Paranormal Romance. Um...this gallbladder thing has slown me down considerably. Pfffftttt. Oh. Forgot to mention that I have high blood pressure. Once again...I have to roll my eyes. This doesn't surprise me much. Me=wound tight. Not able to write. In pain. Go figure. And I can't multi-task right now. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I'll try to catch up with everyone later. Grins*

Such as it is

Hello all!

Um...not much new here. Same ol' sh*t. Therefore, this will probably be a brief post. I hate to use Blogger as a vent post. Because lately that's what the last few posts seem to be.
To wrap-up: Me-pained, pissed, disgruntled, irritable, and hateful.

Let's discuss some good news. *tapping foot and thinking*
The kids are healthy. The Packers won their last game. I have Diet Pepsi. I've bipped around to some of my regular blogs and commented. I have missed it SO badly. I'll need to see if I can do more tomorrow.

My writing oomph has been next to nil. Sitting too long hurt my side and my back. My entire right side is pretty much screwed. And the COMPAQ people sucketh. I need to call them tomorrow and inform them they need to send me a &%!*&%$#*& modem.Um...but I digress.
Sorry about that. *grinning*

I'll try and do better.
Grins*

Postcards from purgatory

Not much has changed here. I won't be able to get in to see the Surgeon for a consultation for another 2 1/2 weeks. I'm highly displeased. I suppose I'll keep refilling my pain pill prescription (which really doesn't help-but I need SOMETHING) until then.
I think it's my computer modem that's utterly screwed. I had to dig out my old Windows 95-AOL 6.0 to get back online. This is the icing on my cake. Let me tell you. I have a short story and my second novel that I can't even touch until I get the other computer back online. This computer doesn't have the means, and it shuts down on a whim ALL THE TIME.
I haven't been writing much since sitting for long periods of time is unpleasant. All in all-Pffftttt.
I hope to have the computer fixed, or a new modem by this weekend.

And I'm out of Diet Pepsi. Shoot me now.

I hope everyone's writing is flowing and the personal lives are wonderful. I'll get around to catching up when my computer is fixed. And I bet I have LOTS to catch up on.

Crystal*

Quick note

Hi y'all!!!

It's me. It's Tuesday night. Here's how it is.

I was tortured, um...I mean tested, today. I have a nonfunctioning gallbladder and my bile (sorry to share so much) is not going to my small intestine. It's routed to my stomach. Isn't that great? Pffffttttt
This roughly translates into abdominal hell on earth. For those of you who don't know medical speak. heh

AND...my computer died Friday, and it's still screwed up. It won't dial up to AOL at all. I'm at an understanding friend's right now. I had 600 emails, and I'm in a hurry!!!
I haven't been able to check all my comments and such. I didn't even get to see my RTB column. *almost had to cry Saturday* I'm headed there next.

Thanks to everyone who left comments and has been mildly worried about me. Between the gallbladder and the computer, I'm not in the best shape. Pfffffffftttttttt again
I don't know when the computer will be fixed. *crossing fingers* Hopefully soon. Oh please. Soon.

I miss everyone!!!
Grins*

Smiling

I just received an email from RTB which says my guest blog will be up Saturday evening. And I'm smiling. Isn't that great?
So. Check out my guest blog. The link is http://www.romancingtheblog.com/blog/
Drop me a comment and let me know what you think.
Thanks to everyone at RTB who let us guest bloggers air our views on your blog. It's appreciated.
*still smiling*

Isn't it ironic?

Here I am. Don't have to work. Don't have to do anything but lay in bed and watch TV. And how does that make me feel? Pissed off.
I'm sure we've all heard the bonbon stories about women who stay at home and do nothing all day. It drives me up the wall.
When I sit, I hurt. When I lay down, I hurt. I have no appetite. And television SO does not interest me.
So. Here I am.
Restless, hurting, and annoyed. The joy of it all.
My doctor's appointment is this next Tuesday. I'm sort of hanging out until then. One more flippin' test before someone can decide to remove the *&#%#@^&#*@ gallbladder. I love managed care. Really. I do.

So instead of writing and being productive, I'm the proverbial potato. Happy? Not so much.

I'm going to lay off the computer so as not to vent to all you lovely people who grace my blog with your presence. I won't blog again until after my doctor's appointment. What is there to say? Not a whole lot.
I hug all the well wishes to my chest and thank everyone for their good thoughts. More later. After someone removes their head from their heiney and decides to remove my gallbladder. heh
Grins*

Bleh

I'm feeling fairly crappy right now. Woke up and my side was hurting like a son of a gun. (I'm taking pain meds until my next text and final prognosis) Then when I was taking a bath, I started feeling nauseous. HAD to run to town, or I would have simply curled up in bed and moaned. Came back, and I am uncomfortable. Sweating. My side is hurting. And I'm still fairly nauseated. Not doing so hot.
Can't seem to sort my thoughts, so I doubt I type today. I'm going to keep my bed company.
Grins*

Tap, tap, tap

I'm hard at it again. Time to break open the files and get to it. I need to finish my romance erotica and immerse myself in my Sil. Desire story. I feel like I need a little more conflict for that one though. Premise is good. I just need a little more tension. I'm working that out in my head.
I'm aiming for the 3000 today. I'll drop a postnote in later to state whether that happened or not. *grinning* Let's hope I have good news.
Grins*

addendum: Wrote 3000 words

Just the Mama

Today, I'm just the Mama.
This morning and early afternoon were filled with school activities and PTO stuff. We typed, xeroxed, and then stuffed envelopes. Had a meeting. Made plans. ALL the good stuff. So my wee, little brain is tired.
I won't be typing today because I just don't feel like it. But tomorrow...
Ah! That is another day. Already have plans to be tapping away. *grins*
Kids are watching TV under the air conditioner. It is HOT! I'm so ready for fall, it isn't even funny. This whole 95 degree everyday thing really isn't doing it for me. Even our shepard/coyote is in on the area rug in the front room. (She's a little spoiled)

And an update on our rescued kitty: Toby is great. Well, um, he's actually spoiled, too. And he's flippin' hilarious. That boy can do acrobatics like I've never seen. He's froggy ALL THE TIME! The kids love to let him play with their beanie babies and such. And he just tears it up. Plus we bought him this little wand thing with fur on it. (It actually looks like it could be something else. Ahem) And he loves to bat at it, too.

Look forward to reading everyone's accounts of RWA and how it went. Fill us in! And I LIKE pictures!
Grins*

Slow Sunday

The chickens are out in the pool. We picked up pizza earlier, so I didn't have to cook. Yay!
And I'm sitting here at the trusty ol' desk typing away on my HOT story. I'd like to eke out 3000 words again, but I'm well with it if I don't. *shrugs*
I think I'm right around 33500 total. I don't want it any longer than 50000.

I can't decided what I want to work on next. Well, the MAIN work. I always have little pieces of things floating around that I tap on now and again. There is another extremely spicy story that I'm targeting Ellora's Cave. But then I have another contemporary that I'll submit to WCP. And then I have a contemporary that I'm targeting Sil. Desire. Hmmmmmm. The possibilities are endless. And there's also a "tween" children's book I'm working on. Oh. And another paranormal. I suppose I really won't get down to it until I finish this current one anyway. It's just more stuff to ponder.

And I can't wait until I can actually type from 8:00 am to 3:00 pm with NO interruptions! That is so incredibly wonderful. But then I'll probably doing homework again for two hours.
It's a trade-off I can live with!
Grins*

Wrote 1500 words

Another review and whatnot

Virtually Yours has received another review. This one is from The Romance Studio www.romancestudio.com

I'll post a snippet:
The scenarios that Sarah gets involved with in the virtual world are truly fantastic situations that are very enjoyable to read about. The contrast between the virtual world of the study and Sarah's actual real life world provides for lots of funny, sad, and plain old memorable situations. Virtually Yours is a sweet gem of a story that will satisfy any romance fan. Get your hands on this book!
Overall rating: 4 hearts
Sensuality rating: Mildly sensual
Reviewer: Sarah W
June 22, 2005

Yay!
You know. I have that whole perspective thing going on. I could have done this better. I could have done that better. *laughing* I suppose that will never change. But I'm proud of this book. My first three published are so diametrically opposed, the only common thread is love.
My former boss tells me that she never knew what was running around in my head. Now she's skeered. *snickering*

I've worked my ass off the past couple of days to get in a sufficient word count. I'll work on my manuscript today, but I won't be balls to the wall with it. And tomorrow I'll type at leisure, also. Monday will be busy. I'm helping out at the school, and I need to do some shopping.
Next week will be busy with school shopping and such. *rolling eyes*
Kids are EXCITED!
Grins*

Compensation

I believe I wrote so much yesterday because I was supposed to be booked today. Working at the school and such. But that fell through, so I'm back home. My goal today is 3000 words. My afternoon will be broken up a little bit since I have to leave the house, but I'm sure I can swing the alloted amount of words. I want to finish this HOT story and self-edit at least twice by the end of August.
And there are so many other projects I want to work on! I suppose I'll simply listen to myself and figure out which would be next manuscript to hammer out. And I suppose we all know that I'll be working on three projects at once. *grins* Some things just aren't going to change.

School starts in less than two weeks! That, in itself, brings a smile to my face. heh

Grins*

addendum: finished the 3000 words

4400

Not the show, LOL. That's how many words I've typed today!
WOOHOO! I'm feeling pretty spicy.
Grins*

Reflections

Sometimes I don't realize how far I've come when I'm so wrapped up in the struggles of today. I'm so focused on what I have going on right this second that I forget what I've done up to this point.
And so I take a moment to reflect and remind myself that I have good news. That I can still inspire myself. And that there has been progress even though some days it doesn't feel like it.

I received my first contract last September. I received my second contract last December. I received my third contract in July. I've also received three contracts for three different short stories to be placed in two anthologies. All in less than a year.

This blows me away. How quickly I forget. I hurry up and finish one and then start immediately on another one, two, or three manuscripts. I've already confessed to being the "rut slut" that y'all know so well. When I finish, I don't take a day off. I get up, get a drink, and sit right back down at the computer to open another document and work on it.
If I've had a productive week, I'm harder on myself than anybody else ever thought of being, then I will usually take off Sunday. If, however, I haven't met my word goal or storyline goal for the week, then I work straight through everyday until I'm satisfied.
Driven? Slightly.
And it works for me. But every once in awhile, I need to let myself sit back and remember. And then I'll open my document and get to work. *laughing* Hey! I took a moment!

And I wanted to say a HUGE THANK YOU to those lovely people I "talk" with everyday. I visit your blog or you visit mine. And I feel better for knowing all of you. It helps. I didn't know what I was missing in this arena until I found you wonderful people. And now I couldn't imagine a day without you.

Grins*

Medical woes and waiting

Still hurting. Going back to the doctor tomorrow. Update then.
Not looking forward to it.

Waiting. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Hmmmm. Two months or so until my first release. *checking calendar* *counting* *cursing*
Yes, I'm an impatient soul. It's a cross I have to bear.
The upside being that every little bit of good news I hear from fellow writers gives me an oomph. A boost. Makes me feel like tackling my monstrous manuscripts. And even though I'm not going to RWA Reno, I'm sure I'll love hearing the stories and looking at the pictures. Can't wait!
Until then, I'm asking to borrow just a wee bit of someone's oomph. Please.
Grins*

Conference envy and writing

Yes. I admit it. I have conference envy. Never mind the fact that I'm socially inept and uncomfortable around my peers. Never mind that I literally don't have anything to wear. Never mind that the last time my hair was done, I think it was P.C. (pre-chickens). Never mind I can't afford it. Never mind ALL that.
I'm sure it will be a great time. ;)

And Suzanne brings up a good point on her Romancing the Blog post. (Click the RTB button on my sidebar. It'll take you right there.) Yes, she may be kicking up her heels and having a good time, but the rest of us will spend that time writing.

Writing. The lifeblood of the industry. The reason that all those people are flocking to Reno this year. We will, in essence, be doing our own little literary mambo here in our houses. Would I prefer margaritas and half-naked cover models? Well, hell. Who wouldn't? But I will be holding my own while tapping away at my loverly keyboard. Criminey! I don't even belong to RWA. And honestly, I don't want to. How's that for twisted?
It's the camaraderie. It's the meeting of minds. THAT'S what I envy most. We could be meeting here at my backwoods house over BBQ. The location doesn't matter. It's the people. Always the people.
Oh. And the margaritas.
Grins*

writing addendum: 2000 words yesterday on the HOT story. Hoping to add another 2000 at least today. MUST quit surfing web. heh

My Pumpkin AKA Witch Kitty

Special thanks to Jinger Heaston. She doctored this picture since Pumpkin is gracing the cover of my second book. You can check Jinger's work out at http://www.jingraphix.com/
However, due to Kitty Privacy issues, this won't be the pose she strikes on the book. heh
Grins*

Muses and short stories

My Muse is twisted. She seems to want to be productive at night while I'm attempting to sleep. For the last two nights, she's been extremely persistent. Bossy heifer.

I have good news, though. My short story has been accepted for the Whiskey Creek Press Torrid Anthology. YAY! My first contracted work into the HOT category. Makes me want to finish my longer hot story. heh
As if I need anymore incentive. *grinning*

Enjoy your weekend!
Grins*

New Policy

First, let me state again how happy I am to be working from my home. There are times like these when it's a godsend. I received word from one of my friends that still works where I used to, and there has been a change in policy. From now on...NO jewelry.

A little backstory. Yes, my old job was at a factory. A Fortune 500 company, I believe. And I worked in the lab. But there were several people who had to work around machines all day. And those little suckers can be tricky. Apparently they've pulled necklaces, rings, and such into the machines. Therefore, the jewelry is now a risk.

When I did work on the floor, I was fortunate enough to work with a man I'll call Tim. Tim was a family man. Everyday before we started, he'd take off his wedding ring and slide it onto the necklace he wore around his neck. Every evening, he'd slide it off and back onto his finger. Wise man, this Tim. And I took note of it.
However, there are several individuals (male and female) out at this plant who don't know the first thing about monogamy. It simply isn't in there vocabulary. Pity that. And I really think this "no jewelery" policy is going to be an open door for these "free thinkers." It's a regular Peyton Place out there, anyway. People who wear their wedding bands most often wear them for more than one reason. It means "I'M TAKEN." Peddle your wares elsewhere.
And now that this has been taken away, I'm sure that some individuals will see this as a buffet of people to check out. Think again.

I could understand it if the ring was immensely gaudy and stuck out. Or the necklace hung down to your navel. Or even if you liked those big hoop earrings. But making people take off a symbol of their love just so safety coordinators can say they're doing something...not so much.
The only items they can wear are stud earrings. That's it. And that's far too little considering the environment.

Grins*

Fair to partly crappy

I'm not the only one who needed to visit the Doc. Two of the chickens had to take a trip to the Doctor's today. One has swimmer's ear. One has something a little more severe. So, to say the least, we're ate-up today. But they're fine. Got the meds, and they're resting.

Haven't written anything in a couple of days. My ass drageth. Unfortunately. I think I'll tackle it more this weekend. Have to get up early tomorrow to schedule the dryer guy. My part finally came in. And then my ultrasound is at 9:30. Can I get a woot, woot? *laughing*

Take care of yourselves.
Oh. And as soon as I check out the calendar, I'm putting a countdown to school up on my blog. heh
'Cause I'm a counting.
Grins*

If I ignore it, will it go away?

I'm talking about my email. Dang it. I swear it procreates.
Every day there are more and more of them. I know I'm a catalyst. I'm on four different loops. But good grief! There are days I simply don't want to sift and wade. And this week would be a good example of that.

I usually LOVE to go through my email. But now, I simply don't have the want right now. SIGH
Maybe I'll put it off until tomorrow.
Do y'all enjoy your emails? Or are they a necessary evil? I'm about half and half right now.
Grins*

Good thing I'm not a licensed physician

Well then. I learned it wasn't my appendix. Seems to be my gallbladder. Oh. And I have hypertension. I just don't know when I've had more fun. *snorting*

Talked to the doc. Oh man, I like this guy. He's from New York. Very down-to-earth. Nice bedside manner. I told him where it hurt. And as he's pushing down here and there...he nailed the spot. More than one tear sprang to my eye. It HURT!
So, he's apologizing. And I'm telling him it's okay. Meanwhile, I'm dying.
He advises me he thinks it's my gallbladder. And I have hypertension. And no one is going to operate on me until my blood pressure is lower. Hmmmm. Crystal=wound tighter than a top. *pondering the situation*
And, I'm on a NO FAT diet. That's right, people. NO FAT. I just have to capitalize it. It deserves it. No cheese. No dairy at all. No meat. NO FAT. heh

I'll be eating like the proverbial rabbit here for awhile. Really not a big deal right now because I have NO appetite. Doc prescribed three pills. Two for my stomach and one for pain. I told you I liked this guy, right? *grinning*
I've taken the meds and am waiting for the pain pills to kick in. Kids are swimming. I'm not writing. In fact, the only thing I'm going to do right now is go to a medical site and check out hypertension and gallbladders.

I want to apologize to all those lovely individuals I usely bloghop to. I probably won't be stopping by as often for awhile. I need to see how the meds make me feel.
Ultrasound on Friday. Next appointment on Tuesday. The joy of it all.
Crystal*

THANKS! (and update)

I want to thank each and every one of you for your comments and support. I was going to respond individually, but I just don't have it in me. But HUGE HUGS to all of you. I appreciate everything y'all said. me=still puny. Oh. And now we've added nauseous and fevery to the mix. It's nonstop fun people. :(

Update: I called the nurse line today. *scuffing toe* She said that if I didn't get into the doctor in the next 72 hours, I would qualify for a "dire emergency." Now, if that doesn't scare the crap out of someone. So, I immediately phoned my PCP. I'm in at 2:30 tomorrow. That's central time. Please keep me in your thoughts. Even though it may just be an appendix, I do NOT like going to/being at/being prodded at the doc's. And if I have to have surgery of a sort...*shuddering*...I'm SO not well with this.

So, no writing. Ha. To say the least. I'll be writhing and moaning over here (and not the good kind) until tomorrow afternoon. But, ya know, I'm a blog addict. So I had to logon and share my misery. heh
Crystal*

Broken promises and puniness

1 a : a declaration that one will do or refrain from doing something specified

Ya think?
Unfortunately my friend has now broken the same promise to me. Twice. I'm so pissed you could fry an egg on my forehead. Why do people make promises? Usually a promise is made to either refrain from or do something. This one was refraining. That has since been shot straight to hell. me=boiling

And the puniness? I feel like hell. Literally. I think it's my appendix. I need to haul my cookies down to the doctor and have him/her check me out. I KNOW! I need to. Really. I'll have to pencil that in sometime. 'Cause I feel crappy.

I think I'm going to go lay down. After I go dry four sets of laundry. And make sure everyone has had dinner.
Crystal*

Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince

After much scrambling and such, I finally procured my copy. And I finished it in under five hours.
I won't spoil anything for anybody. Because if someone did that to me, I'd be exceptionally pissed. But here's my take on it.

I loved it. I enjoyed it so much more than the last one, it was unbelievable. It was informative. Almost as if you could feel the drawstrings pulling tighter around the story. I believe there are also several clues in this one which will serve readers well in the last book. And everything, as I'm sure y'all will notice, is NOT what it appears. I cling tightly to this theory.

Is it sad? Yes. I'm getting a headache right now because the last sixty pages or so will rip your heart out. No names mentioned, but don't say I never warned you.

I'm sincerely hoping Book 7 is as this one. The fourth movie will be out in November, and that will be great fun to watch. But there really is nothing like the written word. Especially Harry Potter's.
Grins*

Ah. Almost forgot. I have a $10 Wal-Mart gift certificate for the first person who points out the error on page 10. Good luck!

And we thought writing was difficult

There have been two notable additions to the anonymous literary blogs. One is Miss Snark, literary agent http://misssnark.blogspot.com/ and the other is Agent007 http://agentoo7.blogspot.com/.

Miss Snark is just that. A snarky agent with fangs for teeth and a wicked tongue. Highly enjoyable to read. But it seems that all she's dishing is snark. Her slush pile is pathetic. Her time is precious. And don't you dare breathe the same air she's breathing unless your head is out of your ass. So to speak. And who can blame her?
Agent 007 is a little kinder and gentler. He tells it like it is. But his is a softer approach. And more informative as of right now.

The trials and tribulations of being an agent must be enormous. Snark seems to dismiss anyone and everyone she feels isn't worthy. Agent tries to be empathetic. Snark will verbally tear you a new one. Agent will try to explain his side of the story.
I'm waiting for a little empathy to trickle through Snark's blog. She obviously knows her job. But in my mind, I see a baracuda sitting at her desk typing out some of the harshest words known to man. I see Agent as a man with a desk full of papers and a mug to his right.
Quite a different picture.

And on being anonymous? Yes. I'm sure it's a perk. You can say what you want about pretty much whomever you want. But I think we all know that unfounded ugliness will come back around. Never fails. It's karma for want of a better word.
I'll continue to read both because I AM trying to glean as much as I can from those more experienced. Imagine that.
Grins*

Today and tomorrow

Today I've written on both my contemporary and erotic romance. I've typed about 1500 on the former, and 2200 on the latter. I'm almost ready to wrap it up for the day.
Me=tired

And tomorrow? There will be no blogging. Well, depending on when I purchase my Harry Potter book. If I bring it home early enough, I may have time to blog about it tomorrow evening. Otherwise, don't even think I'll be doing anything else but immersing myself in Mr. Potter's story. Can't WAIT! *rubbing hands together*

Of course, this means I must finish all my chores today like a good girl so that I actually have time tomorrow to myself to read. SIGH
One must do what one must do.
Happy reading!!!
Grins*

Melting Pot

When something first forms, it searches for the spot where it fits in. A movie, book, or television show will automatically be categorized. It goes into a certain slot, and it's judged amongst others in its group.

But lately the line is blurring. Country music is finding its way onto pop radio. Rap and rock are filtering through Country. Many television shows are cross-genre now. Books have several different elements in them.
Lines? What lines?
There are no purist media anymore. And those who cling so tightly to it? Times, they are a changing.
Media is evolving. It's taking different pieces and melding them into something even greater. And the resulting product will be sure to change even more.
So let's embrace the melting pot of media. It will continue to shape our thoughts and ideas.
And those that don't meld? Don't fit?
Those are the pioneers. And we need them as desperately as we do the classics. If not more.
Grins*

Boot straps

I watched "Montel" today. It was the episode about self-made millionaires. The owner of Ellora's Cave was on. All the stories were so inspirational, I was enthralled.
These women had NOTHING. Literally.
I love the fact that they had that need, that spark, to find the one thing in themselves that they were meant to do.
More of us need to listen to that voice deep inside us.

Now for an update of my writing endeavors. I'm going to be working on an erotica and a book for a Sil. line. I'm about 20,000 words in on the erotica. I've only just started the romance. I'll also be working on some short stories for a few anthologies. It seems I can whip those out pretty quickly. And once again, I need to FOCUS!!
Oh. And not be distracted by everyday life. Demmit.

Harry Potter comes out Saturday. Book 6. *swooning* Love me some Harry Potter.
This translates into me reading it the first time in one day so I can continue my own writing. Dang J.K. Rowling! She's killing me! Another author who started with nothing and made something of herself. Hmmmm. I'm sensing a pattern here.
Grins*

Me: To a "T"

Main Entry: an·ti·so·cialPronunciation: "an-ti-'sO-sh&l, "an-"tI-
Function: adjective
Date: 17971 : averse to the society of others : UNSOCIABLE
2 : hostile or harmful to organized society; especially : being or marked by behavior deviating sharply from the social norm - an·ti·so·cial·ly /-sh&-lE/ adverb

This is me. Antisocial. And I'm baaaaaaaad. In the real world, you know-when my ass isn't in this seat "working", I don't get out and socialize. I shun the phone. Shun it. Hate it. Loathe every wire attached to it. Ours is not a pretty relationship.

I find myself working my ass off to write. This only makes sense. It is, after all, my chosen profession. But I also find myself avoiding people. Like the plague.
And this is awful. I KNOW THIS. I accept this. And I feel like crap because of it.
There are a lot of good people in my life that I simply MUST find time to carve out for them. I'm not talking the chickens. They TAKE the time. LOL And so do I. I'm talking about some of my friends.
I have a friend who I recently semi-reconnected with. She's called me three times. Have I returned her calls? No. Been busy. Pitiful, huh? My nose is so far down to the grindstone, it's flat at the end.
There's another friend I desperately need to call. Have I? Um...no. See the pattern? And then there's the thought that maybe I'm disturbing their lives or something. (See? Told you I need professional help)
I don't want to leave the house. I want to write. I'm like some crazed lunatic jonesing for a literary fix. Me=serious help. heh

Ya know...I'm sure the cord stretches that far. It has to. I mean, I've shopped before. No repercussions. And get this...the free massage certificate my sister gave me for my birthday...it expires in like TWO MONTHS. I need to schedule an appointment before I miss out.
I know I have tunnel vision. ESPECIALLY when it comes to my writing. But do y'all get like this? Or am I the only antisocial one?
Grins*

Twice in one day!

Woo!
I've been productive today. Damn. Who'd a thought?
The only things I haven't done are finishing adding the links to the side of my blog and bloghopping today.

I critiqued a chapter for my CP. I finished and submitted a Torrid short story. HOT! HOT! HOT! And I've blogged.
And on the domestic front, I've done dishes and laundry.
This has to be some kind of record. heh

Maybe tomorrow will be just as good. Or...um...mebbe I'm pushing it.
Grins*

Taking it on faith AKA believing characters when they're forced to do the unbelievable

Long title, eh? *laughing*

I was watching "The Dead Zone" on USA last night. LOVE it. SO happy that someone is playing new episodes of something I watch. It's great on so many levels, and I LOVE the psychic angle. And Anthony Michael Hall? That boy has grown up since his teenage flicks. Ahem...but I digress.

There was a moment in time when Johnny helped himself to a document that he needed to break a case and find a missing woman. When the document was later brought up to press a key player for what he knew...the man didn't raise hell and wonder how Johnny got the document. Nope. Didn't ask. Didn't have a lawyer. Nada. He simply gave up the information.
Now. I looked at the clock. It was about a quarter til. That meant they had to wrap the story up at a rapid rate of speed for it to end on the hour.
I realize that a TV show must take shortcuts sometimes for these things to happen. I know that. It's really only 40-45 minutes of show and 15-20 minutes of commercials.
But there are times when I look at moments like this and want to pull my hair out. Because to me, it's passed over from "real" to a "device." I don't like the glitches. Seamless, man. Seamless.

It's when Phoebe of "Charmed" fame gets a new boyfriend every so many episodes so she can go through the "It's so hard being a witch, I'll never find a man" syndrome. And in this vein, I ask: WHY oh WHY did they kill off Billy Zane? He is yummy. Bet he had a movie to make or something. SIGH
It's when a character off of ANY detective/crime drama finally steps forward with evidence that was needed. Their guilt or conscience (i.e. the writers or producers) made them do it. And then the day is saved.

Sometimes I don't need the "packaged" ending. I want the messy one. And if the ending is "packaged" then I want all the events leading up to it to make sense and be cohesive.
Because when characters of any sort pull this, I tend to listen to them less and less. Their credibility is SHOT.
Grins*

What she said

Isn't it human nature to side with someone who feels the same way as you? Say there are two opinions. One is WITH you, the other...not so much.
The word of the day is objectivity.
I admit, I have a hard time with this in my writing. I LOVE to write. I LOVE what I do.
And every once in awhile, when something is pointed out that needs to be changed, I tend to act like a rebellious thirteen-year old. "It's fine. So and so's editor let THEM get away with it. Why do THEY get to do that, and I don't? All my other writing friends are doing it."
I'm not talking about my editor. I'm simply talking about opinions in general.
What I do is simple. I give it space and time. And when I've calmed down enough to see straight and not act like an ass, I look at it objectively. If the opinion is valid, then I change it. If it's not, then I keep my words without changing them. But I have to LOOK at the opinion before I can see if there is a change needed. And many times, it's just what I need. Quite humbling, that.
No one in my little circle of friends off the Internet is able to give me the kind of help I'm looking for. And so I pester my lovely writing friends on the 'net, and pick their brains. Or pick something up from their website or blog. Invaluable.
And even if I don't agree with something at first, I take the second look. And I see the opinion for what it's worth...a valuable commodity. And I appreciate it.
Grins*

Power strip hell

Power strip hell. Also known as "Get the fire extinguisher, Martha, and put the insurance guy on speed dial!"

I went shopping today. Piddly shopping. I finished my list and went around to the thrift stores. And what should I find? A Nintendo 64. For under twelve dollars.
The chickens were dancing and almost wetting their pants. Never mind they have a PS2. Nope. Forget a big bunch of that. It was a NINTENDO. *cue "Hallelujah" chorus*
It didn't have any controllers or games. But I remedied that. It's called a pawn shop. And therein shall be cheap controllers and games. And let there be joy amongst the chickens. And it was so.

Until I tried to hook everything up.

Let me explain something to y'all. I don't know shit about hooking up ANYTHING. Exaggeration? Hell no. Truth. Fact. And dammit, I TRY!
Anyway...I look at the booklet. I look at the Nintendo. I look at the TV. Not a word is uttered. I once again gaze at all three in turn. And then I get to it. Repeatedly.
And it's not that hard. There is ONE piece of equipment I'm working with. And I didn't even have to go buy it. It was already IN THE BOX.
But lo and behold. It will not work. After much groaning and gnashing of teeth (and SEVERAL muttered expletives), I'm done. I unplug everything and just look at it, cursing its very existence.
I take a deep breath and plug everything back in. Oldest chicken turns on the TV.
And it's on.
*blinking*
Turns out that the AC adaptor decided it wasn't pushed in tight enough. Needless to say, I've taken headache pills, and life is looking up.

But the power strip by the TV? OH. MY. GOD. It's a clusterf*ck. And that's the nicest thing I can say. We've have the TV, pool pump, Nintendo, and various other chords here, there, and everywhere. It's skeery.
I'll unplug all the unnecessary goodies before bedtime. Or sleep with a fire extinguisher by my bed.
Grins*

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Exercise

All right. I'll admit it. I think of this as a necessary evil. I look at all those perky, pony-tailed chicks headed to the gym, and I want to do someone bodily harm. Them first. LOL
Then me.

Once upon a time, I used to exercise every day. Unfortunately, I've fallen out of the habit. And now I'm trying to pick it up again. Okay. Okay. I NEED to pick it up again. I have chairbutt. You know...when your cheeks are in a chair at least eight hours of the day, and they've taken to spreading out along the chair. *shaking head sadly* NOT a pretty sight.
So. I've taken up Tae Bo again. I enjoy it. And now, I must make myself do it. Ironically, I always feel better after I do. Sick, isn't it?
I've tried Denise Austin. I would tape her every morning for an hour on TV. Then when I got up, I would do it. That lasted for about two months. I refuse to do Richard Simmons. I just can't. Sorry. On a talk show, he works for me. Watching him do "the pony" doesn't. I've never tried Kathy Smith. But I've gone back to Tae Bo because it really feels like I'm doing something.
I still need to meditate. (My mind needs a little something, too.)
But my questions are these: Do you exercise? How do you find the time? What exercise do you do? How often? Do you use free weights? (I use 6 lb. weights) Do your kids do them with you? (My oldest does both with me) Do you have some type of exercise buddy?
Looking forward to the info.
Grins*

Cleavage and perception

I watched a two hour documentary-type show about "Cleavage" last night. A & E was running it. I was channel surfing, and there was literally NOTHING on. I switched back and forth with it and VH1. *I really DO need help* On another note, I had to be careful about the words I used because I really DON'T want to be googled and found under "Big T*ts." Mebbe that's just me. *laughing*

The "Cleavage" show was fascinating. I mean, they're boobs. What else needs to be said?
PLENTY.
There was a woman in 3 A.D. who had her breasts seared off because she wouldn't date a wealthy, landowner's son. She became St. Agatha.
A woman did an experiment to enhance her 34A to a 34DD. Some special bra was put on her, and she recorded the results. She said she has NEVER gotten so much attention.
Another woman saw that experiment and did one of her own. With cameras rolling, you could WATCH the people (yes, mainly guys) rubbernecking. She's regularly an A cup, but she transformed into a C or a D.
The biggest breast enhancement was from a French porn star who added 73 inches to her bustline. *mouth open in amazement*
A bodybuilder talked about getting her implants and how she could build up the muscles underneath them and have a whole different shape. Btw, implants are BIG in the female bodybuilding world.

But there's the flipside. Sure, you get the attention. But what kind of attention are you getting?
Unfortunately, some women are judged on their breast size. A study was done that showed that blue collar men prefer bigger busted women, while their white collar counterparts preferred smaller breasted women.
The ideology was that a bigger breasted woman had less intelligence. (I will refrain from profanity here, but you can insert any one you wish.) That's like saying a man with bigger balls is less intelligent than a man with smaller balls. WTF?
Helen Gurley Brown, of Cosmopolitan magazine fame, said it best. I'll paraphrase. "We'd like to think it would be easy to say that a woman with big breasts was stupid, and a woman with smaller breasts was smart. But I've known big-chested women with brains and flat-chested women who are as dumb as a board."

Now, for audience participation.
Does breast size matter in your romance novels? Do you see a curvy woman and automatically think bombshell ala Marilyn Monroe? Do you see a less curvy woman and think athletic? Are we perpetuating the myth of breast size in books? If you have a tart floating around in the pages, is she big-chested and small-brained?
To be honest, I tend to give my women an ample bosom. Once I hit twelve, it's all I've had to work with.
Grins*

Little Brother

We have a friend whose Mama kitty had kittens. They had been living under her house and not being particularly friendly. The Mama kitty had taught them to be wary of strangers.
The chickens had become enamoured of one of the tiger-striped kittens. He's got beautiful markings. And my friend, God bless her, risked life and limb to capture him. So we've adopted another boy kitty.
He has no name yet. And he's still very shy and scared. But I'll see if I can work with him and bring him out to be a cocky little piece of work like his big brother and psychotic sister. Shouldn't take long. LOL
Grins*

Big Brother

I saw something on the news last night which disturbed me. They had set up cameras all over the place in a state I can't remember. I'm thinking east coast.
They hired people to just sit there and watch any "suspicious characters."
Granted, some drug dealers were caught. The cameras certainly cleaned up one neighborhood. But here's my problem: lack of privacy.
Don't get me wrong. I am not approving of drugs, murder, robbery, etc. CERTAINLY NOT. But I am irritated by the lack of privacy. I do NOT want to be caught on tape working on a wedgie or wiping my nose. *shuddering* And then being on "World's Most Shocking Videos." Ya know.

And what exactly constitutes a "suspicious character"? I'm a thirtysomething white girl with a drawl. Am I a suspicious character? Hardly. But who can tell nowadays? There was a man in the city yesterday who robbed a bank with his wife and THIRTEEN year old son. Appalling, isn't it?

I simply think this will be another means of gaining access to things that need to be kept private. I LOVE my privacy. I covet it. And slowly, but surely, it is being taken away. The only place where I even have a smidget of privacy is in my own home. And since I have several children, that has gone the way of the wind, too.
I have rights. I suppose that being in a public place negates some of that. But isn't it a shame?
Grins*

Words have power

This has been said many times in many ways. Words have power. It's something we need to remember in our life. Many people do affirmations. Kacey has mentioned it in her blog http://www.thewritingspot.com/blog/.
Do I have affirmations? Of a sort. I have goals which I have posted on my desk. And I tell myself I can do it. Over and over again. Even when I falter, I pick myself up and move on. The last couple of days I've encounted a person who was rather a snob when it came to epublishing and my writing level. Never mind I've never met this person. Never mind they've never read a word of my work. The email was extremely condescending.
What did I do?
I deleted it. Very simple. Those words are gone. There are no remnants. And I know better. I know what I can do. I know what I'm capable of. Because I remind myself on a daily basis of what I want in my life. I want positive people and things around me. Positive begets positive. Negative begets negative.
Sometimes it's that simple. Being picky about what you want in your life. Embrace what helps. Ditch what doesn't.
Take care of yourself.
Grins*
addendum: I am WAY behind on adding links to my blog sidebar. I hope to finish that project this week. Me, being the techno goob I am, will do it in increments.

The grass is always greener...

How many of us have felt this at one point or another? There's another author/person who has it easy. There books/things are always the best. They have the newest gadget/whatnot made. Sometimes it looks better on THAT side of the fence. But let me share something with you.
You are where you are supposed to be in life RIGHT NOW. This very minute. This very second.
Amazing, isn't it?
We have choices. And your set of choices has brought you here. And now you have another set of choices. Big choices. Little choices. Career. Children. Love life. EVERYTHING.
There is no reason to think the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Cease and desist.
You have your own lawn to worry about.
Grins*

Slacking and weeding

Yes. I admit it. I've been slacking. I haven't visited other blogs, and I haven't blogged everyday.
I did, however, take the literary machete to my FG. All is well. I'm gonna live. And did I already tell everyone that I love my CP? *laughing*
Yesterday, I blew everything off. The dishes. The cleaning. By God, everything. And I went to a friend's house and relaxed. I'm always amazed it takes me leaving my own home to be able to accomplish this feat. I CANNOT relax at home. There's simply too much STUFF to do that. Everywhere my eyes can see, a mess to clean. ACK! Not conducive to my peace of mind.

And since I didn't even log on yesterday, I have several hundred emails. Here is the process: stroke out from seeing my mailbox number. Gasp for air. Somehow maintain consciousness while clicking on the sinister mailbox. Eyes widen as I scroll.
I probably do about four passes. First pass is obvious "don't read"s. Next pass is semi-important loop. Third pass is important loop. Last pass is usually emails from friends and associates.
I decided to blog first today and then tackle the damn mailbox. Pray for me.
Grins*