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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…