Archive for January, 2006

Meet My Kitty…

Tuesday, January 31st, 2006

…the drunken sot.

Had to keep all the booze in the house locked up, for obvious reasons. Especially at the holidays. Seriously. Don’t get me started.
I mean, catch that “don’t fuck with my beer, or I’ll have to scratch your eyes out” facial expression? For a Strongbow, maybe. But HExport? C’mon…

Today’s photo brought to you (and for Douglas) by Bacardi and Finlandia, the Givers of Joy.

*All identifying human features have been removed in order to not implicate those guilty of corrupting minor felines.
**Please. The bottle was empty here, too.

Just a Fly-By…

Monday, January 30th, 2006

Got a dozen things to do today, so I’m just flying by for now…. and posting this link:

Choir Video

This is the one of the coolest damned things I’ve seen in ages. Enjoy!

It’s All Make-Believe, Anyway…

Saturday, January 28th, 2006

That ubiquitous “they” tells us that writers tend to write what they know. To a certain extent, I agree–and of course, there’s also the flip side of that coin. Writing forces a creator to dip deeply into pools of imagination–I mean, think of the authors who’ve penned tales of losing children, of crime, of war. While I have no statistics and can’t prove a damned thing, I am sure there are authors out there who do, in some instances, write from personal experience. But for the majority of us, that’s just not possible. Hence that touch (sometimes small, sometimes gargantuan) of pure fiction.

But surely romance writers write what they know…don’t they?

When I’m in cynical mode, I have to wonder what the percentages are–how many of those authors write reflections of their lives–happy, fulfilled, romantic relationships–and how many are writers escaping their circumstances–writing about a dream, about a better life. About something they just haven’t been able to grasp.

And for those who write to escape, how do we measure their success? Because while that “they” gang spouts off on knowledge is power, the same group also warns us to beware not writing with our whole hearts, because The Reader will sense this somehow halfhearted effort.

But is that true? Is it possible for a jaded, cynical author to write believably about something that she may no longer even believe exists? Is it the power of the craft itself, the talent of the wordsmith to make you believe, dammit, in that Happily-Ever-After so many yearn for, yet which seems so elusive to capture?

Does it boil down to the question–are authors simply just good liars, then? An author can make you believe whatever he or she wants you to believe, simply by saying it in a certain way?

And really, the bottom line is–does it even matter, as long as she’s written a good story?

Frankly, I don’t know. Haven’t got Clue One on this, gang. We’re all spinners of yarns, in varying degrees–every single one of us. I guess the biggest trick is whether the author can convince herself of the story she’s telling–because that’s where it all begins, real world be damned.

This is what I get for watching stupid-ass, brain-melting RomCom fluff movies late at night. I should have learned my lesson a million years ago.

ps. We’re all mending here (curse you, influenza!). Watch for more blithering drivel appearing in this spot soon. Same bat-time, same bat-channel.

We Who Are About to Die, Salute You…

Wednesday, January 25th, 2006

Got the flu.

Am going to die. If I miraculously survive, I will come back here and let you know.

Be good, and if you can’t be good, don’t name it after me.

Been Playin’…

Monday, January 23rd, 2006

Check these out… I was making up some free logos, courtesy of http://www.grsites.com.

I was having entirely too much fun at that site… Like ‘em? Hate ‘em? Have your say! :D

Jonesing for a Fix…

Sunday, January 22nd, 2006

Not entirely sure *why* Luke, but hey — whatever turns the crank, baby.

Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?

You Are 25 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what’s to come… love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You’ve had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You’ve been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Ick

Sunday, January 22nd, 2006

Dealing with toddler puke tonight. Any and all creativity for the evening has flown out the window.

S’all I’m sayin’.

Hope your day’s been better than mine.

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Thursday, January 19th, 2006

Do you remember those days when you could curl up on the couch or atop your bed with a new book (and maybe a bowl of chips or some other totally unhealthy, high-fat snack — *sigh*) and simply turn your back to the world for a few hours? The best days were ones where you could spend all day in a slothlike state — turning up your nose at the freezing temperatures outside — and just read. Lose yourself for huge chunks of time. And the best part — not having any adult concerns or worries to clutter up your brain.

I miss those days. I have, on rare occasion, stolen a couple of hours in which to enjoy a book… but it’s not exactly the same anymore, is it? Once a person crosses that invisible line to become *gasp* a grownup, it becomes harder and harder to take time just for ourselves. The demands of everything from work to family to volunteer commitments slowly infringe on that carefully-preserved block of “free time” until one day you realize there isn’t any more free time left, and you discover that all you’re doing is running like that proverbial cranium-challenged fowl. And even when you *do* make that time for yourself, there’s always something in the back of your mind that you’re thinking of, or you’re constantly checking the clock. (I know I do.)

I could spout all that same ballyhoo of self-professed Life Coaches — you know: Compartmentalize your day. Make yourself your first priority. If Momma ain’t happy, then nobody happy. (Okay, I threw that one in, myself.) — but it’s not like there’s anything new there to learn. It’s all stuff we know, deep down, and it’s whether or not we make a conscious effort to affect change. There’s time to read that book — you’ve just gotta find it. Those days can be recaptured — perhaps not exactly, but I think with a little creativity we can all find a way.

But that doesn’t make me not miss the guilt-free afternoons with my nose pressed into the newest Nancy Drew. What do you miss most from your childhood?

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ps. The bitch kept putting the damned ball in the corner. (Hehehehehehehe. Didn’t think I would, didja, P.????)

Are You Scared, Little Ball? You Should Be…

Thursday, January 19th, 2006

Am going out this morning to whack a poor, defenseless little ball around a small room.

Because you’d better believe it deserves it.

Will be back to talk more about my so-called life later, as long as I’m not too badly bent out of shape.

All Right, I’m a Baa-aa-ad Girl

Tuesday, January 17th, 2006

Yes, I feel a tad sheepish today. I confidently told a buddy that “of course I Blogged on Sunday! I’m sure of it!”

Um, okay. No, I didn’t. I just really believed I did. You can whap me with that wet noodle anytime you want, P. :)

So. Here’s the situation: brainstormed with the brilliant Lyn Cash again and my paranormal novella is pretty much figured out. Whee!

Am still waiting on my proposal currently in the editor’s email inbox.

Have not yet received my copies of my contract in the mail.

Um, I bought some cool yarn and am currently knitting myself one of those trendy long & skinny scarves?

*twiddles thumbs*

Okay, well, so things are pretty quiet right now. I am going to spend some time writing this afternoon, since the kid’s in school. I hope. I’m gonna need a sweater and a big, steaming mug of tea to help me through it, because it’s *frigid* here right now.

In other news, over the next 24-36 hours, we’re supposed to receive anywhere from 30-40 cm (12-15 inches) of the white stuff. Guess I’m digging out the shovel again. (No pun intended, there *g*) The only good part about that is the fact that the temperature will rise to just under the freezing mark. No more deep freezes for the next little while! I’m just glad I don’t have to go anywhere until Thursday morning’s squash game. I’m completely content to be a homebody.