August 5th, 2008
Many things have kept me from LJ this past week…
I am waiting for readers to finish reading. Then I’ll be looking for more readers…
I am pounding away at a query letter that sounds amazing and brilliant some moments, and robbed of soul and creativity the next…
My kitty is in the hospital She is 14 and stopped eating/drinking and got all dehydrated and she gets an ultrasound tomorrow. We’re pretty sure she has a mass on her kidney, but don’t know what it’s all about yet. I have had this cat half my life. I got her out of a cardboard box at an Upstate New York street fair. I carried her home inside my shirt because it was raining and she was too young to be away from her mother. She approved of my husband. She is the kind of cat who comes to you for love, but only takes what she wants, and then leaves. You don’t follow. She used to bite quite ferociously when she was younger. Every ounce of her love is earned.
I am reading ~*Breaking Dawn*~ incredibly slowly and don’t want to come across something that spoils it. All I have to say so far is: O_O Happy.
June 8th, 2008
Mind Fire: Rewrite
OMG, look at that! This is funny. I’m probably up too late (I swear this is writing related), but my sister is pregnant and she’s been sending me these weekly email updates she gets about the growth progress of her baby - Like for instance, this week baby is the size of a head of cauliflower. So I’m kinda tracking the progress of MF the same way. Except I don’t use vegetables… But if I did, I’d have to say this week, MF is about the size of a really cool-shaped Yam.
Which reminds me…the very first “report” I ever wrote in school was on the Yam. I picked it from a list of topics…because it was easy to spell. I had actually never heard of yams. My laziness backfired. I learned something anyway. Go figure.
May 13th, 2008
No teaser today. Instead I’m struggling with a scene that feels very foreign and out of my element. Unfortunately, my characters worked their way into it and I had to tag along. I keep trying to tell them that drugs and alcohol are bad, and that they shouldn’t get so worked up about sexual orientation. But they are angsty teens, and I am the wise person approaching thirty, so of course they refuse to live my boring utopia.
Pass the beer… and the blunt… and the cognac. Turn up the dance beat. Your best friend is having a personal crisis, and suddenly she’s looking at you in a way she never has before. Find out your mutual friend is homophobic. Find out she’s stealing your crush. Find out she’s keeping a dark secret. Get hit on by a slurring groping ape. Force yourself to save said ape’s life when no one else can. And you fought with your crush and he left. Welcome to the party. MC and I want to go home…