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Auld Lang Syne

So . . . two full days left in 2009. Not much, eh? I reckon that brings us around to talking about what we did or didn’t accomplish for the year. I can’t for sure say I’m excited about tackling 2010. You know, there’s that whole 2012 issue, if you believe that. Closing out aught nine brings you that much closer to twelve. I didn’t go see that movie by the way. I don’t really like end-of-the-world chaos. I might have skippedKnowing if I had known that’s what that movie was about. Also, The Day After Tomorrow. End of the world is no fun. Funny memory: When I was wee child, mom was taking down calenders at the end of the year. It was 88 or 89, I forget. She said something about throwing them away. I said, well why can’t you just use them next 1989? Clearly, I didn’t have a very good grasp of time. I suppose as a child, you don’t realize how fast time slips by. All right, enough putting off what I did (and didn’t) accomplish.  List of things accomplished: 1) I got a tattoo, of which I am …

Giving into Hype

I hate hype. I’m not a natural-born leader (were that I was), but I’m not a follower, either. I have my own drum, if you will. So for me to give in to hype right away instead of resisting until I can no longer hold on or ignore it altogether is strange. For once I was glad I caved. I had to talk my husband into going to see Avatar. I thought it was trumped up Fern Gulley: The Last Rainforest. It wasn’t. I was surprised by the emotional depth of the movie. It was impossible not to feel the amazingness (yeah that’s so not a word) of it all. If you know anything about Native American history, you start to think, oh, crap I know how this ends. Can I do spoilers? Please? Oh, please let me! Wait, this is my blog, I’m doing it. You can skip the next couple of paragraphs if you want. Eh, it’s really sort of a spoiler/history lesson. Your choice. At one point Jake goes to the tree of souls to talk to it about what’s going to happen if the tree and everything it’s connected to doesn’t help the…

Wise Fortune Cookie Says

Fortune cookie of the week. Oh wise and noble, not to mention tasty cookie, impart your wisdom on us lesser (and decidedly less tasty), foolish creatures: You will obtain your goal if you maintain your course. Really? Are you sure? Because from where I’m standing, the journey seems a little tricky. By tricky I mean long and rocky and not unlike the scene in Return of the Kingwhere Frodo and Sam are climbing up the mountain in Mordor and then that nasty little Gollum comes along to bite your finger off. Hopefully I will be able to keep my (much loved) digits while I journey on. I have to stop comparing everything to books and movies. Ah, grasshopper, you doubt all-knowing cookie’s wisdom? Well . . . yes. A) because cookie doesn’t know everything and B) I’m very much aware of the fact that a second draft is supposed to better than the first draft. Why don’t I feel like the second draft is better? Why do I feel like we’re running on the same tracks? Maybe worse tracks? Honestly, what if…

Rejection Letters

Dear Editor, Thank you for your letter of November 8th. After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me a publishing contract with your company. This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejection letters. With such a varied and promising field of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals. Despite your outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at this time. Therefore, I will assume the position of published author with your company at this time. I look forward to seeing my novel in print. Best of luck in rejecting future applicants.

Bringing Down the Guillotine

Can you believe I spelled guillotine right on the first try? Me either. I had a horrible headache Saturday evening. I’d like to say it was the sun’s fault. The winter sun is evil, always in your eyes this time of year. It was one of those headahces that grab you at the back of the neck and they run up into your forehead and you’re sure your eyes are going to explode, then you halfway wish they would hurry up. They don’t make over-the-counter medicine strong enough for those types. I had a vague idea what the problem was. I ran some stuff through my head, the kinds of horrifying thoughts most writers go through. It’s not good enough, it’s an over-used plot, the characters are shallow. And I came a conclusion. I’m finished. Done. It’s not worth that much stress. I was so gung-ho about NaNo and so proud of myself for getting out all those words. Wow, big accomplishment. Yay. Whatever. It was really about procrastinating and I took it all the way to the top. I did that so I wouldn’t have…

I Hate Bubble Coats

I bought one of those bubble coats to wear. My original coat is six years old and while it has served the purpose (and quite fashionably), I’m tired of looking at it. And the faux fur part around the neck and sleeves is getting kind of knappy. I’ve hunted and hunted for a new coat that I liked. Do you all realized how ridiculously overpriced winter coats are? They’re outrageous. Especially the ones I like, made out of couderoy and lined with wool. It’s probably not even real wool. Those are around $50-60! Crazy prices! So I settled. At Wal-Mart, I found a bubble coat for $7. I wore it around the store for about five minutes while I looked at other coats. When you’re looking at name brand bubble coats with faux fur hoods for $40, you’re thinking $7 is a pretty good price. Especially when husband wants a new coat, too and he desperately needs one, because hobos wouldn’t wear the coat he has. I bought the bubble coat knowing how I looked in it. I hate winter. I hate wearing coats and lo…

And that's 50K

My bar is green. I should be ecstatic, but the story isn’t over. We’ve still got to dispose of the bad guy and save the girl. Don’t you hate it when the FMC gets herself into a mess like that? I have no idea how to kill the antagonist. I hate to just say, well Jake, kill ‘em and have it over like that. It feels like cheating. The thing about the bad guy, Kline, is that he’s a lot like his father, Cobb, the original bad guy. They would rather talk you to death than actually shoot you. In Cassie’s eyes, Cobb had as much money as God and therefore, he hired his own son to kill Jake. Well, Kline failed and now he’s got to do the deed again. I hate to just have Jake shoot him. I’ve got to think about this. The bar is green. My wrist is half-numb, half-achy and no fun. I haven’t eaten yet today and my nose is running. I was up for two hours last night with really bad heartburn. Not a spectacular win, but I’m this close (—) to going to Wal-Mart, buying some glass chalk and writing NaNoWriMo…

Pre-Finishing NaNo Winning Speech

I might be, but I’m so excited, I can’t help it. You might have noticed, but November tends to be a challenge for me. The cold weather, the time change, it all makes me very sleepy. Last night at six in the evening I was looking out the door thinking, okay time for bed. The nights seem very long when it gets dark early. My husband was gone hunting because it’s that time of year (kill something already man!). I had written almost my daily 1667 worth of words although I’m well above where we should be for NaNo. Last week was difficult for me, remember when I said the evil plot bunny hadn’t abadoned me? I no more than posted that and *poof* he vanished, the little rotter. I won’t say I hated what I was writing, but it wasn’t flowing the way I thought it should have. I re-wrote some and I was growing frustrated by being stuck in the 20k’s. Twenty-five seemed elusive and impossible. Saturday I went to one of the write-ins and I broke 30k. I was so proud of myself even though I was exhaust…

Not the kind of thing I usually talk about

Do you know what you were doing six years ago today? I do. I was sitting in the emergency waiting room at Mercy-St. John’s in Aurora. Stargate: SG-1 was playing soundlessly on the TV and it was all I could do not to bawl my eyes out as Richard Dean-Anderson and the others had some kind of quirky adventure on a faraway planet. God, I wanted to be with them or anywhere but there. I was trying to figure out how to get the G’oauld’s attention. I really wished I was lying in bed in the throws of a horrible nightmare. Six years ago today was a Saturday. The opening day of deer season. It was much like today because it’s gray outside and in the 60′s. I was wearing the Ram’s t-shirt I had worn to bed and a pair of jeans I wouldn’t ever wear in public if my brain had been at the point of caring. I’d tell you what shoes I was wearing, but honestly I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. My mom had been admitted to the ER minutes earlier. You’ll have to excuse me for the sudden burst of cynicism, but …

Fortune Favors the Bold

I wish I could say I feel rested, but I don’t. I haven’t opened the C&C document in almost three weeks now. A well-deserved sabitical, no doubt, but with one week seperating the collective “us” from NaNoWriMo, I’m having serious doubts. It stems from not being in the mindset of the characters, not looking at the world from their perspective. Granted, it’s the world I’ve created for them to frolick in, so should I feel more confident. Saturday evening I was moping because I’d talked myself out of NaNo. Funny how I’m all self-doubting when I tell myself I’ll do it, but then I’m so cranky when I tell myself I won’t. Husband said he wanted Chinese. I was all for it because who doesn’t love a buffet? I did try to avoid the fortune cookies and their cheery messages. I love fortune cookies and ice cream, so it was bound to happen. I cracked one open and it said: ‘Use your abilities at this time to stay focused on your goal. You will succeed.’ Oh. Fate? Coincidence? Push from a certain h…

You Want Me to What?

Just got off the phone with a volunteer from the Missouri Literary Festival. I found out some interesting information. There were roughly 30 entrants and the winner lives in Oregon. The third place winner is local. Apparently I’m to have a fan base as well. Not only do I get to be accompanied by husband, but mom, her husband, my aunt and cousin, and mom’s two second cousins are coming as well. It’s a little bit embarrassing, getting that much attention. Mom asked if I would be nervous reading it out loud. Yeah, I probably will be. It’s all I can do to be brave enough to read at critique. The volunteer said I’d have 10-15 minutes to be on the little stage. I almost flunked speech class in college. Funny, because I lettered in speech and drama in high school. I ought to be used to being in front of crowds, I loved acting, even did a year where I had a partner and we did impromptu. That was fun. But when I went to college, the first speech I ever gave, I froze behind the podium and ever…

Flabbergasted

I don’t care what anybody (i.e. my husband – he says if you didn’t get first you didn’t really win) says, it’s a spectacular win. I wish I could say I was utterly brilliant, but that wasn’t the case or I would have gotten first, but I’m not going to pout and be disappointed over winning second place in the short story contest at the Missouri Literary Festival. I was under the impression it was state-wide. Er, apparently anyone in the country could (and did) enter. I’m floored. State is good, but national is astounding. I’d given up. I thought, if they haven’t called by the middle of September, they aren’t going to call. I figured with trying to arrange everything, they’d call early. It wasn’t a big deal, I had already shrugged it off and clearly I’ve been focusing on strategies for NaNo. For Everything A Time is good, but I just thought well, someone else was better, no biggie. It’s poignant, but maybe poignant wasn’t what they were after. Alright, someone else was better, but I stil…

Have You Ever Been Mistaken for Someone Famous?

I have never been mistaken for someone specifically, although I have been told I look like {gasp} Brittney Spears and Helen Hunt. My husband says it’s the nose. I would love to have Helen’s hair. It was very nice in Twister. One morning I was at Wal-Mart getting some snacks for a writer’s conference. The cashier asked me if I had anything interesting planned for the day. I almost said no, because they make small talk sometimes while they’re getting change. Instead, I told him I was going to a writer’s conference. His eyes lit up as he handed me my change. “Are you famous?” I barely got the money put away and he was shaking my hand. I looked dumbly at the people in line behind me, smiled and told him no. He said, dead serious and with enough conviction that I almost believed him, “But you will be.” I was thinking, okay, sure. I wonder if he thought I was lying, because wouldn’t lots of people who were famous lie to avoid a scene? My hair looked good that day, but I don’t believe it was H…