Even Harder

July 30th, 2014

You know that thing I mentioned before about swirling maelstroms?


The thing we don’t always realize — or expect — is that those storms usually get worse before they get better.

I have to say I’m so freakin’ tired of hanging on with my fingernails. Let the storm break. Please?


June 11th, 2014

It’s hard to be the anchor.

You know, the solid, unmovable hunk of metal that keeps the ship from drifting away?

Yeah. That.

It’s not so bad when there’s only one small, spiraling current pulling at you; it’s easy to stand your ground and maintain the status quo.

But when there are two, or even three, of those whirling maelstroms whipping life around you into a fury and threatening to tear you from limb to limb… well, those are the days you dig in your heels and spit out a short prayer to whomever the hell is in charge of piling crap on your head.

Some days it almost feels like it would be better to just let go of that chain, let the boat be sucked away. Let yourself be torn asunder and drowned in the murky waters below.

Or you eat more chocolate and ignore the feeling of your clothing getting tighter.


The latter is, I would think, less painful. And tastier.


March 2nd, 2014

Son of a beehive cheez doodle.

Let me just say that life went to hell in a handbasket at the end of January. My kidlet ended up in the hospital for three weeks, and my life got flipped-turned upside-down.

(She’s okay, so no real cause for concern.)

However, the beginning of my 2014 kinda sucked dead bears. The only good thing is that I have another novella in a new Bat Collective anthology; I’ll get a link posted before another month goes by. :P

It’s taken me ages to get back into my normal home routine; it will take even longer before I can produce another piece of writing. I apologize in advance for the lack of new verbiage. I will add more as soon as is humanly possible.

Sorry I’ve sucked. I didn’t mean to. I’ll try to suck less in the upcoming days.

Please come back again. I’d rather not beg. :/

Giving It Another Shot

January 18th, 2014

I am trying to figure out if I’m deficient somehow. I have tried to come up with myriad types of “organization” methods…and not a single one has worked so far. I don’t know what the problem is; whether I’m delusional in my attempts or it’s simply that none of these is a right fit for me, ergo, they all fail.

I am surrounded by clutter and chaos and I don’t know how to tame it and/or deal with it. I’m trying to convince myself that I have to focus on one small part of the mess at a time — trying to view the big picture just makes me hyperventilate. But even then, I don’t have a clue as to where to start. I look at my living room (for example) and think, well, these things all need to go in places X, Y and Z… but X, Y and Z need to be reorganized before the extra items from the living room will even fit…

Really, it just makes me want to curl up in a corner with a bottle of Peach Schnapps and cry. Honestly, I don’t know what to do. I have to remind myself that there are no quick fixes. This chaos did not truly appear overnight; it will take time to get it under control. I just hope my sanity lasts until then.

Do you have any tips for taming the household beast? :(

Brand Spankin’ New

January 1st, 2014

…year, that is.

Welcome to 2014! I was trying to decide where I could write down my Resolutions for this New Year and figured that this blog was the best place. My experience with resolutions is that I’m generally hit or miss with them, but the good intentions are there. I figure the answer is to not have *too* many so that you become overwhelmed by them and give up entirely. At least, that’s the story I’m going with.

So without further ado, here are my Resolutions for 2014 (in no particular order of importance):

  1. Write. More. Lots more. I think that’s self-explanatory.
  2. Exercise. Entirely too sedentary. It’s time to get the ol’ blood pumping again.
  3. Declutter and organize. I have to remind myself to just do this one small task at a time, or else it just seems too overwhelming and frustrating and I feel like giving up before I’ve gotten anywhere.
  4. Read. Reading for pleasure has fallen to the bottom of the “ways to spend time” list and I don’t like that. Reading a lot helps spark creativity and fuels writing. It’s important. I want to aim for one or two books a month, minimum. I first wanted to say one book a week, but I’m pretty sure that’s beyond my free time quotient right now. Who knows? I might surprise myself… I will keep track of these books somewhere, too.

I could probably come up with a bunch more, but I think it probably best to quit while I’m ahead. Don’t want to overwhelm myself before I even get started!

So here’s to a challenging, exciting, fun-filled New Year! May it bring only the best things to your doorstep!

My Life: An Overview

November 18th, 2013

The house is a mess.

Christmas is coming.

The list of holiday crafting is growing by leaps and bounds.
I am dangerously underslept (three nights in a row so far of terrible sleep).

I am also fighting some sort of gross lurgy that has so far coated my throat with sandpaper.

I am single-parenting because Boy Einstein is in the middle of a five-day trip away.

Yeah. That’s how it goes.


A book is done. I shall toot the proverbial horn about it once we get closer to publication time, and,

A new book is currently in progress.

So it’s not *all* bad. Just *mostly*. (I am kidding. Maybe.)


October 7th, 2013

Spent some time yesterday with some folks who are internet- and computer-free. They’re on the older side, and therefore come from a pre-computer time, so they haven’t spent any time with one. Also, there seems to be a slight tinge of fear in their eyes when anything computer- or internet-related comes up in conversation, so I think it’s safe to assume that they are a wee bit fearful of the idea, too. And hey, I don’t blame ‘em. That unknown world can be pretty damned scary.
But it did make me wonder — how would I react to suddenly going internet-free? Considering the nature of what I do, it’s logistically an impossibility, but regardless…how would I deal without my good friend, Firefox, and all the wonders he contains within?

Frankly, probably the biggest thing would be the lack of communication with friends who are far away. I’d have to resort to good old pen and paper letters. So any news that arrived would already be a week late, if not more.

The next thing would be the lack of instantaneous news updates. We all know what Twitter has done for the spread of news, don’t we? Something major happens somewhere, and people are Tweeting about it before you know it. Without the internet, you’d have to wait for the next radio news broadcast, or the 6:00 evening TV news.

Then, I know I’d certainly bemoan the inability to fact-check any single detail in an instant. The name of the supporting actor in the latest big-screen blockbuster? What about finding out how a word is spelled? Or the translation of a word into English? Facts? Figures? Historical Events? The list goes on and on.

And I’m not even going to get in to things like streaming movies and TV shows, buying e-books, online shopping in general, and Pinterest.

‘Cause I mean, really.

You know, I hadn’t thought *that* one through. Cutting my Pinterest addiction would probably kill me. Not a pretty thought.

Nope, even though at times it’s a huge time suck and can make us lose track of hours at a time, in the grand scheme of things, it would be SO HARD to go without internet for any major length of time.

My house would probably be cleaner, though. :/

Hello, Cleveland!

September 25th, 2013

You know that feeling you sometimes get, as though you’re talking to an empty arena?

Yeah, that.

That’s okay. I’ll survive if I’m just talking to myself around here. I’ll just try not to answer myself.


Anyway. I have nooz. Progress is happening on this novella. I’ve got over 5K words written so far. The maximum word count is 20K, so I’m anywhere from one-third to one-quarter done. Yanno, it doesn’t seem so bad when you look at it like that. I have to do a little planning work, though. I need to figure out how many chapters I’m gonna have, and therefore how many words in each chapter. I think I should do that tonight before I get too much farther into this story and need to make some dramatic changes. Sounds like a plan, don’t you think? I agree.

In one way, I’m glad to see the word count rising. And it feels like it’s climbing reasonably quickly (for me, at least). This inspires me with more than a little confidence. I can get this novella done and get started on another one. Momentum is good. Momentum is important. I have to stay on this roll until it becomes habit. Must, must, must.

Anyway. I am about to switch from “writer” mode to “mom” mode. Wish me luck. :P

Sew What?

September 22nd, 2013

I was able to dip into my well of creativity today. (And no, that’s not some weird euphemism; get your mind out of the gutter!) I got to spend some time at my sewing machine. I did a bunch of work on a pair of flannel pajamas I started making for the Little Miss many months ago.

My biggest fear is that now they won’t fit. I cut the pieces of material ages ago and I know she’s grown since then. But anyway.

It was nice to sit there and make something with my own two hands again. Maybe I can tackle some of the other projects I’ve got kicking around. There are way too many to list; and really, a goodly number are quick and easy ones (at least, they should be…) that I can hopefully complete in an hour or two.

But. Moving right along. It made the day move along quite quickly, and brought my spirits back up after a morning filled with kidlet angst and arguing. And I put Netflix on on the TV and watched a couple of episodes of Glee while I was at it. (Technically “re-watched”, because I’ve seen all of these before, but I love the show so it doesn’t matter!)

I have a little bit more left to go on the jammies and then I’ll move on to something else, plus pounding out that next novella. The fun never ends!


September 16th, 2013

*I have found it!

And yes, indeedy, I did. After several days of searching high and low, I discovered the notebook in the Offspring’s bedroom. And frankly, this makes sense because the book itself was one of hers from school from several years ago, and her name is written on the front cover. It’s only logical, then, that B.E. put the notebook in HER room when tidying up.


I know, I suppose it’s somewhat anticlimactic, but whaddaya gonna do? It’s a small thing, but in the grand scheme of things, it helps a lot.

I guess this means now I really have to sit down and write the damn novella, huh?

Don’t answer; I already know what you were going to say. Carry on.