Archive for August, 2011


Wednesday, August 31st, 2011

I follow news tidbits from Chapters-Indigo (Canuck bookstore chain) online, and sometimes make a point of jotting down a title/author when I come across something that sounds intriguing. I did the same today, when I read about The Night Circus.

The teaser hints at a fascinating, unique story and praise abounds from those who have been lucky to read ARCs (advance reading copies). Intrigued, I followed links to read more about this tale, and found myself turning a lovely shade of lime.

See, the author is one of those lucky ones who received a “high six-figure advance” for this, her first published novel. Movie rights have also been snapped up, along with foreign rights for thirty-some countries. It’s being touted as the “next big thing since Harry Potter.” (If those aren’t big shoes to fill, I don’t know what are!)
Now, truly, I don’t begrudge the author her good fortune. I know she struggled long and hard to get to where she is (including something like thirty rejections!), and it’s always a great thing when a fellow author’s career skyrockets in this way. But I really can’t help but think, Gaaaah! Why can’t I come up with a funky idea like this and get my own six-figure deal? *sigh*

It’s the green-eyed monster, all right. I’d like to think I’m above this attitude, but I’m only human. I know other people handle this emotion by considering it a challenge to better themselves and raise the bar higher. I need to do more of that. I also need to write more. Six-figure advances aren’t going to show up without a story to secure them.

But, boy…six figures sounds really, really nice…

Oh, Woe Is Me

Friday, August 19th, 2011

Don’t mind me, folks. I’m just feeling a tad despondent (in a snarky way..). It vividly struck me again tonight that I’m getting older and I can’t do a damned thing about it. More and more aches and pains are cropping up, and they’re making it harder to do what I want to do on a day-to-day basis.

It’s no secret that I’m going to hit the big 4-0 next spring, and the more I think about it the more it concerns me. I don’t want to get old! And I certainly don’t want to get old and be in constant pain!

I realize there are people out there in worse shape and suffering more, and I don’t mean to detract from that. I’m just having a tiny pity party for myself while I rest my poor knees.

Damn you, deteriorating body! *shakes fist at sky*

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go curl up in my bed. ‘Night.

No Go, Houston. I Repeat, No Go

Tuesday, August 16th, 2011

One of the drawbacks of summer vacation (other than having kidlets constantly underfoot) this year has been the fact that the Offspring has been staying up later and later. Well, so what? you say. What’s the problem with that?

The problem is, Gentle Reader, that late evening has been my go-to time of late to get writing done. And now that the 9-year-old has turned into a night owl, that block of time has essentially evaporated. Unfortunately it’s even worse this week with both older girls (Offspring and Step-Offspring) in different day camps, because it means this taxi driver needs to get up by 6:30 to get everybody out of the house and to the appropriate destinations on time.

So I ain’t stayin’ up extra late to write when I have to be up at the butt-crack of dawn. That’s just all there is to it.

Thankfully, camp is over on Friday for the Offspring; the Step-Offspring may continue into next week, but that’s as of yet undecided. It’s really beginning to look as if serious writing won’t be able to happen until September. Boo. That’s pretty crummy. Well, who knows what might just happen in the next couple of weeks. Maybe something miraculous will occur and I’ll get this damned story finished. I’ll keep you posted.

No Pain, No Gain

Monday, August 15th, 2011

So they say.

I’ve clawed my way back onto the fitness wagon, gang. The lacksadaisical attitude of eating generous portions of everything and not breaking a sweat during pregnancy had caught up to me pretty seriously. (In my defense, the all-day sickness was pretty bad, so getting out and getting active just wasn’t remotely palatable.) But the old lean & mean me was essentially gone. And that made me rather unimpressed with myself. I used the Wii Fit board to weigh in a couple of weeks ago and watched my Mii get plumper. Ugh.
Anyway. I’ve started week two. I managed to complete my plan last week, with one minor exception. I wasn’t able to get in one run that I’d scheduled, and instead played a few rounds of Just Dance 2. Wasn’t quite the same, but it was still a little bit of exertion.

So I’m back on track this week — I went for a run tonight — and I aim to stay on track. I miss the lean and mean me. Hope she can make it back soon.

Eengleesh Iz Funn

Thursday, August 11th, 2011

Stolen from elsewhere on teh Interweebz:

In the world of hi-tech gadgetry, I’ve noticed that more and more people who send text messages and emails have forgotten the art of capitalization. For those of you who fall into this category, please take note of the following statement.

“Capitalization distinguishes the difference between helping your Uncle Jack off a horse, and helping your uncle jack off a horse.”

Is everybody clear on that?

*insert insane cackling here*


Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

Yours truly finally reached a tipping point.

(So to speak. No cow-tipping jokes, please.)

Anyway. I realized that the “I’m pregnant/nursing” excuse for not eating better (and not moving in general) had worn pretty thin, especially considering Ms. Junior Peanut is now almost 14 months old, and hasn’t breastfed for almost two months. It was time to make a change.

So I came up with a plan, and so far it has gone well. (I know, today is only Day 3, but still.) I did a workout video yesterday and muscles that have not seen that much action in, well, years are now protesting violently. I’m sore, but it’s a good pain. Honest.

I’ve made a good start and that’s what counts. I’m trying not to push too hard, but not be too wimpy, either. As long as I can keep the physical activity up and try to eat a little better (hard with a step-offspring here who loves to bake!), there will hopefully be some progress. I mean, my closet is full of clothing that is one or two sizes smaller than I am now. It would be good to be able to wear it all again. It’d be like a whole new wardrobe!

Anyway. Keep your fingers crossed for me that I can continue. Let’s all get up and get moving, right?? :D

The Big Sleep

Monday, August 8th, 2011

B.E. and I attended the funeral of a friend’s father on Saturday. To be truthful, I did not know the gentleman at all, but in fact went to show support for his sons. It was a quiet, respectful service, and I was brought to tears witnessing the weeping of others. (Okay, I also cry at TV commercials, so this was not in fact unusual for me. But still.)

On the way home I started thinking about how the death of others affects us, and how — for me, at least — I wanted to feel close to B.E. and my girls. Don’t we want to surround ourselves with those we love and are still with us after we say goodbye to one who has left? And I don’t mean this in a flippant or disrespectful way, but how many who’ve been to a funeral have sex with their partners afterward? I would think the need for intimacy and closeness would be very strong in some people. We want to cling furiously to life, expressing that desire in the most simplest of ways, reminding ourselves that we’re absolutely still here and still alive. Because we don’t know when our number’s about to come up, do we? Sure, it’s cliche, but it’s true — we *do* have to make the most of every day. ‘Cause nobody knows how many we’ve got left.

< / maudlin schlockiness>

Back to your regularly scheduled naughtiness. Just hug the one you love today, at least once, ‘k?