Xmas Redux

My dad is completely sadistic. Here is his idea of Christmas fun:

 

I have a ~slight~ case of arachnephobia…all it really does is cause me to SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS AND FLEE THE PREMISES any time I encounter a spider…of any size. And the truly evil/just part of it is that I can’t even bring myself to kill them anymore. I feel ~BAD~ about it…who am I to end a spider’s life just for inhabiting my bathroom? I don’t NEED to brush my teeth after all (why are you leaning AHWAY FROHM MEH AHS AH SPEAHHHK?). Anyway, this is Rosie the remote-control TARANTULA. If Rosie were real in this pic, I would already be dead and twitching on the floor (yes, of COURSE I would twitch AFTER dying of fright). I wanted to leave Rosie in her packaging, but I had to humor my dad – who last year gave me a leg lamp like the one in A CHRISTMAS STORY. So I had S put the batteries in for me (I couldn’t do it!) and we had a little fun trying to scare the poodle…but mostly freaking. me. out. Did I mention ROSIE’S EYES GLOW RED??? And that white thing by my feet is her remote control…. SADISTICALLY SHAPED LIKE A GROSS SPIDER EGG. Ewwwwwwwww. Post-pic-posterity, Rosie is now banned to the basement – where I am sure to forget her existence and DIE OF FRIGHT when I come across her in a few months…followed by twitching.

Really, can ANYONE top my Christmas?

Those of you who tweet know that S ~*dazzled*~ me Edward-style by giving me a new purple ipod (big enough to hold my audiobooks!) with a very literary-geek quote on the back:

“You can stroke people with words.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

He then confessed how almost-incredibly-impossible it was to find an FSF quote that would FIT on the back of an ipod. LOL. Awwwwww. Even though I’ve been over my Fitzgerald-swoon for years, he went out of his way to do that because I used a (probably completely unknown and somewhat racy) FSF quote under my senior HS pic in the yearbook back in 199_. Which makes S pretty much MORE awesome than I already knew he was. Does everyone have their ~*sparkle-barf*~ bags?? ONE MORE TIME: Awwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!

BUT WAIT! There’s MORE: Did I mention the beautiful custom art nouveau bookplates he had made WITH MY NAME ON THEM? Ok, I’ll stop now…just consider this entry dedicated to my husband S and ROSIE THE SPIDER.

I am making up for lost blogging with this one (you were warned)!

Every Christmas we resurrect the Super Nintendo and despite the machine being kicked and losing our game TWICE (and S falling down lots of holes) I am now DUKING IT OUT WITH BOWSER in LEVEL 7 of Super Mario World, and am totally about to PWN the game AGAIN. If only writing a novel were this easy!

S got DOCTOR WHO SEASON 3 on DVD for his birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes…writing. I’m doing some of that. I finally kick-started my re-re-revision. Yeah. That’s all I’m going to say for fear of TWITCHING. But it’s excited AND fearful twitching! (o_0) And I got a rejection today from November 4th and I just laughed MANIACALLY out loud! *Yesssssssssssob*.

On a sadder note…my kitty Thyme is not doing well. He’s about ~16 years old and we’re pretty sure he has cancer. :( He’s lost a lot of weight and is now having a LOT of trouble eating. I’d ask for well-wishes, but I think we’re past that. :( I just don’t want this to be prolonged or horrible for him. We can’t believe he stayed for Christmas…and made it to S’s birthday too. It’s so sad to see a living, healthy personality that you love become thin and wasted, and not really recognize you. :( :( We just lost our other cat Abbey this fall…I have NEVER been without a cat, and both of mine were such strong characters…I still feel Abbey NOT THERE. Thyme is in some ways already not here the way he was…but ugh, this doesn’t ever get easier does it? I find comfort thinking I will give a loving home to another kitty that needs one when the time comes. And then I think of Thyme taming himself from feral barn cat because we fell in love with each other at first head-bump. Life is just damn cruel and unfair sometimes and that’s all.

Merry Christmas!

One…or two…or three…or four of you has mentioned on more than one occasion that *ahem* I NEVER POST. But I tell you in my own defense, and for the benefit of all your blog-weary eyes…that I never post unless I have something (relatively positive) TO SAY!

Okay, I have plenty to say…but it hasn’t all been about writing lately (and I try to stay within the theme of this blog!). Also TBH, it feels more productive to write MAH BOOK than write blog entries. But as my Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanzaa/YULE gift to those who care…I will endeavor to write ~more blog entries~ in 2009…AND lose five pounds.

SO…settle into a comfy chair with your loved ones (or cats, whatevs), pull up a bowl of Chex mix and hunt for the bits with extra worcestershire sauce (ohhh yeah baby, I spelled that on the first try), have a couple of sugar cookies…or three, a slice of pumpkin pie, maybe throw in some potato pancakes, a Yule Log Cake, and an amazingly awesome home made HALF MOON COOKIE if you’re at MY house….and HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE. Relax, and enjoy. :)

Twitterspeak

Hello, LJ. Yes, I know I have been neglecting you…but you see, I met Twitter.
(O_O)
Yes, that Twitter.
(~_~)
No, I don’t think Twitter is better than you…but maybe a little easier to handle when things get tough.
(>_<)
Ohhh, don’t feel that way, LJ. I still <3 you.
)-0_0-(
In 140 characters or less.
(#_#)

So um, yeah…in Twitterspeak, this is what I’ve been up to this week:

Damn you guys…I think I might want to rewrite MF…AGAIN.

I was sitting here racking my brain w/ a plot problem for current WIP, and kept getting ideas for MF instead. *headdesk*

Eff eff eff eff eff!! Last year I took a machete to this ms…this year it will be a CHAINSAW.


~*LAUGHS EVILLLLLLY*~

Insert Big Band Xmas Music Here

Obviously, I survived Thanksgiving — and am a stronger person for the freezing cold air mattress and massacred pumpkin pie. I had no idea you COULD screw up pumpkin pie until my dad tried to make it this year. *shudder* On the plus side, ~amazingly~ I had no flight complications, which is good cuz it keeps reinforcing the idea in my mind that flying does not equal dying! Hoooray!

In other news, I discovered that trying to conjure my muse from a freezing cold air mattress in a frigid not-at-all private corner of a dining room in the middle of the night with a screaming baby down the hall…doesn’t work. I wrote one sentence on my still-new WIP, and ended up deleting it when I got home. BUT…after I deleted it, a whole chapter came gushing out! So lesson learned: vacations are for being on vacation…even if they are incredibly family-filled freezing cold events. Don’t bother trying to write, but save it up for later:

YOU FOE progress:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
5,221 / 65,000
(8.0%)

And now that it’s starting to roll, I’m really excited about this story! Eeeeeee! Nothing quite like realizing you have the bare bones of a for real, whole entire story rattling around inside you — AGAIN! Though the new-WIP ego has already started to squawk in my ear about how much BETTER it is than the last story, and if I loved that one, just wait till I type the last word on THIS one because I ain’t seen nothing yet…so now my first book has a hit out on this second one with the big mouth. Things could get ugly.

The other thing tugging at the back of my mind is the genre-trap…again. I had a hard time fitting MF into one category, and now I’m having that trouble with YOU FOE, though it’s ~slightly~ easier this time. There is at least one classical sci-fi element…which kind of makes me laugh because it’s something I *never* thought I’d be writing about. In fact, I never set out to write sci-fi PERIOD. But like I said, this story is BOSSY. And like MF, that one little element of sci-fi doesn’t define everyone and everything in the story. For the most part, my characters are normal YAs with the usual YA problems…and um, then comes the sci-fi to make everything more complicated. So IDK…I mean, I guess you could say the same thing about Twilight: Everyone is normal except the Cullens who are doing their best to appear normal. But…isn’t that true of EVERYONE in high school?