September 30, 2012
“We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.” – Charles R. Swindoll
So the brainworm that is Spartacus in Space is still wiggling around in my ear. If the imagery didn’t wig me out so much, I might actually find that cute.
It is apropos to how I feel, though. I have other projects I am focusing on now. I have things in the works that I can’t drop for this at the moment and yet it insists I give it some creative mindspace.
Or maybe it’s the kitten currently curled up between my arms on the table while I type this. Kitten!sleeps are contagious. The rain’s not helping either. Nor is my dog’s snoring as she rests beside me. Time to whip out my kitchen timer and wield my Pomodoro Technique with the skill of a writing ninja!
And to make sure I don’t spend an inordinate amount of time dithering about. Or napping.
With that in mind, I’ll kick out Day Fourteen and get to it! Read the rest of this entry »
September 29, 2012
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living. — Anais Nin
Mood is vastly better today than it was yesterday. Not sure what the trick was, but something happened, rotated and clicked into place and I woke up feeling much more positive and upbeat.
I like feeling like that, especially when I was up until one a.m. unable to sleep. Did the smart thing. Instead of tossing and turning in the bed and wishing sleep would finally come, I jumped up, pushed in some episodes of Spartacus: Blood and Sand and watched the blood, gore, sex and political machinations of twisted people. Good times, good times.
Then I had an idea for a story. They say nothing is really original, that our ideas are riffs off of other ideas and this pretty much proves it.
Spartacus in Space. Yeah, I know it’s not new. The point is to make it unique and original? Looks like I have a new project to develop.
…hey, I think I just came up with an idea to serialize! Thanks wordpress and blog-type people, having you as a sounding board really helps. It will require some serious research considering this is a time era I’m not familiar with but I’ve never shied away from rolling up my sleeves before and starting something that I have no earthly idea on how to start.
Pretty chuffed now.
Anyway, Day Thirteen! Read the rest of this entry »
September 28, 2012
ME, pro. The objectionable case of I. The personal pronoun in English has three cases, the dominative, the objectionable and the oppressive. Each is all three. — Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary
Another day of non-events. My mother (and realize I do love her to bits. I do!) was off for three full days. Her being home kind of threw my schedule off.
I get cranky when I allow my schedule to be thrown off.
In other news, editing the next SSP story and I’m behind by two days. I had wanted my formatting and uploading days to be on a set day every week and it gets pushed back by two days, which, again, makes me cranky. I’m a creature of habit and of schedules and when I miss my orderly schedule…yeah, cranky seems to be the word for the week.
I am resolute, however, to keep going with the Thirty (nonconsecutive) Days of Writing!
Day Twelve, two days late. Read the rest of this entry »
September 26, 2012
Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it’s just an illusion, that people are going to bring their own stuff into it. — David Sedaris
Kitten is still Rambunctious!Kitten. Dog is still Tolerant!Dog. Life continues to rock on and I got no writing done yesterday.
With nothing to really report, let’s skip on to Day Eleven! Read the rest of this entry »
September 25, 2012
A kitten is chiefly remarkable for rushing about like mad at nothing whatever, and generally stopping before it gets there – Agnes Repplier
Today’s quote is brought to you by the initials B and S (for BooSocks).
There is nothing more delightful than watching a kitten do, well, do anything. Their curiosity is delightful. Their play is endearing, followed by some bloodletting but they’re so damn cute that bleeding seems so insignificant. Their sleep is so deep it explains how they are able to wake up and spring about as if they were windups with malfunctioning mechanisms.
Just so much fun to watch. I’m not getting much done while chasing behind BooSocks. Lucy the Dog is starting to tolerate her a little more now. They actually played together a little bit before it exhausted the poor pooch and she had to go have a lie down, while BooSocks bounced to the next Incredible New Find To Play With Weeee!
I’ll be sporting scratches and scars for a while, I suspect.
Day Ten is rather short since I’m not much for discussing current projects in detail. It sucks my creative energy away and then I’m just not inclined to write it. I’d rather be writing it than writing about it, at any rate. Read the rest of this entry »
September 24, 2012
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. – Gustave Flaubert
You’d think that I’d be able to recognize the signs by now. I mean, I’ve been in this skin long enough, trapped with my thoughts and thought patterns, and being self-aware of them, that I should recognize the patterns of procrastination in my life. Right?
Yeah. About that. Read the rest of this entry »
September 22, 2012
Day Eight of Thirty Days of Writing and something new and in my face…and on my hands…and in my shoes…
There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. — Red Smith
The quote is apropos in so many ways it’s frightening considering I’m bleeding right now and not from writing.
Funny how time gets away from us when we aren’t looking.
Thirty Days of Writing sort of fell by the wayside while we were dealing with a new member of the family.
I’d get a picture of her but it’s difficult when she has two modes: Full forward, ho! and Dead To The World Where I Can’t Reach Her Or The Camera. Sadly, she has less of the second and more of the first.
It wouldn’t be so bad to have a new kitten in the house if I weren’t also dealing with an aging dog with a few medical issues. On her own, the dog is fine. She’s just old. But having a kitten latched on to her tail when she just wants to be left alone is proving to be problematic in keeping said kitten off said tail.
And keeping kitten out of trouble in general.
The dog just wants to sleep, the kitten just wants to vrooooom! So, trying to get everyone aclimated has proven to be time consuming and attention sucking. The kitten, named Beauregarde Esperanza Oolong Socks, called BooSocks says HIOMG! She is endlessly fascinated by my typing on the laptop which does a great deal in hampering any of my ability to actually get anything written. There’s a lot of blood involved.
And in between saying that and this sentence, she’s dropped off to sleep. Striking while the iron is hot.
So, here we go with Day Eight. Read the rest of this entry »
September 18, 2012
Growth demands a temporary surrender of security. – Gail Sheehy
Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.
I have editing to do and the rain is playing merry havoc with my sinues. Sinus headache galore! So if my energy seems low, today, that’s why.
I feel like I’m dyin’ here! Anyway, death or not, on to Day Seven of Thirty Days of Writing
September 17, 2012
The road to hell is paved with adverbs. — Stephen King
Not much to report on today. The roast ended up being really tough and mom is livid. We took a yearling in to be slaughtered and she said there is no reason for the roast to have been that tough. She suspects that the cow she took in is not the cow she took home and that pisses her to no end. I can’t say I blame her. We’re hoping it was just a one-off thing and there might have been other factors at play but since many butchers in the area are known for just giving someone any cow and not sending them home with the cow they took to slaughter…well, I can’t see how that’s any way to run a business, except to depend on the fact that customers won’t complain. Maybe customers don’t even know.
We know. We tasted the difference. It was good, don’t get me wrong, but it wasn’t very tender at all. Extremely tough.
Ah well. Not much we can do about it now except not give the man further business of ours.
So, on to Day Six of Thirty Days of Writing!
September 16, 2012
Writing well means never having to say, ‘I guess you had to be there.’ — Jef Mallett
GAH! Missed another day on the Thirty Days of Writing. This time it was taken up with troubleshooting Google Chrome after it hiccuped on me with the final push to implement Drive in the place of Documents.
I won’t go into the rage-filled moments of yet another attempt by Google at ‘making something better’ which ends up borking everything else in the process. Finally got it working again and now I’m behind yet another day.
Ah well. Keep chugging forward!
I’m probably going to be carrying on like an obsessed woman by talking about the beef for a little bit. It’s amazing how much better, tastier, fresh, grass fed, organic beef is than that tasteless stuff we get in the store.
Last night was hamburgers and I swear to Heaven above that was the best damn hamburger I have had in ages! Wow! Today will be a roast and if this keeps up, I will be big as a house before spring. Can’t get the food in my mouth fast enough for all the good eats. I’ll really have to watch that.
At any rate, time for…
Day Five of Thirty Days of Writing! Read the rest of this entry »