Meh.

March 8th, 2010

We have another middle school thingy to do this weekend, and last weekend was chock-a-block full of socializing, so I am wiped out.

Plus I’ve had a headache all day, and that stinks. I did watch the Oscars, that was fun, moreso because I’d seen five out of the ten nominated films, I think a new record for me. But anyway,

I am continuing to write, albeit at a snail’s pace. Actually, I think snails might call me Pokey.

Friday On My Mind

March 5th, 2010

At the Riskies.

And, in case any of you doubted my guy’s ability to be both hyperbolic and kind of a good writer–this is from a piece he wrote recently (and he even spelled ‘maelstrom’ right!):

“I was in the Gettysburg Museum, and was silently crying my heart out in a maelstrom of anguish and depression.”

The piece then goes on to describe how buying a red plush teddy bear helped assuage the anguish. Because, you know, red plush teddy bears do such things.

Le Swoon

March 3rd, 2010

If one were to go through a few months’ worth of my posts, one might conclude that I am obsessed with hawt British guys.

Ahem.

Anyway, last night I started watching Season 7 of MI-5, now featuring Richard Armitage. Shirtless. With Russian tattoos.

Dear lord.

This season is already fun because Harry is so openly kick-ass, and honestly, I like seeing Ros kill people. So there you go.

But my own proviso is that I cannot continue to watch unless I am also being productive in terms of writing and other Enormous Things To Do. My own carrot/stick scenario.

Meanwhile, le swoon.

V. Briefly:

March 1st, 2010

1. I am no longer sick. The Spouse seems to have caught it, though.

2. I am trying to write when I have a spare hour, like this one, so I’ll still not be so chatty here. Plus my life is as dull as it’s always been, so no news there.

3. I have 143 pages done of the current WIP. Yay! Likely heading towards 400 pps.

4. I like hockey now, thanks to HDTV and the Olympics. I cannot find a good pic of Ryan Miller, but I thought he was amazing.

5. Next weekend I might get to see the Delightful Phone Friend; seeing the Picky Vegetarian at the end of the month in Portland. SO EXCITED.

6. Still waiting to hear on a submission. Many digits crossed.

7. Okay, off to write. More later.

Oy, With The Risky Lateness

February 26th, 2010

I am so late, and terribly scattered over at the Riskies today. Be forewarned.

Back in a Bit

February 22nd, 2010

I’ve got an ennui-ish kind of illness, a real one, not just Frampton Fatigue.

So today I took TWO naps and moped around. I hope to feel better tomorrow.

Risky Frustration

February 19th, 2010

I’m at the Riskies today–because, duh, it’s FRIDAY–talking about low frustration tolerance. Join me, won’t you?

Still Writing . . .

February 18th, 2010

. . . only not here. Worked on the Evil Synopsis yesterday, and will be writing later today. I’m setting modest goals for myself, 1000 words a day, which is doable in my land.

When my life gets at all interesting, you’ll be the first to know.

February 16th, 2010

I am so parched for ideas I can’t even think of a title for this post.

Huh.

I am writing this week, because I can, and taking care of other things that need taking care of. Not meaning to be cryptic, but you don’t need to hear about my backed-up dishwasher.

So I am going to be doing what I should be doing, and try not to waste time. So here goes. And STILL no MI-5 in the house. I haz a WICKED sad.

My Valentine:

February 14th, 2010
I love you like the jubilant eyes of the wonderful, mysterious octopi,
you help me in life through and through (like the protective mother of a cockatoo).
You make me happy, as happy as an iguanadon, and I love it that I get to call you Mom.