October

Well I would have hoped the Modo and slavery post would have gotten at least one response. *Shrugs*

T and her Josh are finally married. Her blog didn't mention killing anybody, so I guess it all went smoothly. Congrats!

Current internal debate: health vs. writing. I've been watching everything that goes into my mouth and no pounds have been dropped. So evidently I have to up the exercise level on a daily basis. Current recommendations are people need 30 minutes of activity a day. If exercising for weight loss, you need more than that.

Unfortunately, it looks like the only time I have to put an hour of exercise is 4:30 - 5:30 while I'm in Baton Rouge. My writing hour.

I've tried the getting up early. I can't keep it up. I can't exercise when I get home, I don't sleep.

But it also leaves me with the problem of where to put writing time.

Regardless, I only have the month of October. After that, renewal season starts and I'll be working that hour or longer.

The weight issue is pressing because of the helath problems that run in my family. Goddess, I'm going punning again. It's not that I'm a bad weight or size, it's just it all tends to be front torso weight (sign of potential heart attack) and the diabetes and insulin resistance.

If I could exercise in the car, I wouldn't have to give up writing hour. But it's the silly concentrating and no wreck thing with driving. :p

I still have lunch to writing during. I'll just have to be more diligant about actually writing.

I don't think I'm that undecided about this. Scary.

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So I'm A Fan

There are four web comic writers who constantly surprise me with logical plot twists I don't see coming and the horrible things they do to their characters. The people I aspire to be: Maritza Campos (College Roomies From Hell!!!), T Campbell (Fans!, Rip & Teri), Graveyard Greg (Gaming Guardians, The Guardians, Powergamers), and David Willis (It's Walky!).

I recently found out that David Willis and his friends back in their fifth grade created the cast of characters he reused in It's Walky! They ever created a series of computer games. Way before Willis started Roomies in 1997.

I still have my stuff from the fifth grade--the same time period I started writing in. I couldn't create a seven-year-running comic strip off of it; it's not that good even with tweaking. On the other hand, that was also the time period in which I brainstormed Allie and Zack and Lissa. So it's just my original stuff that's garbage.

*Bonks head on desk*

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Head Alien Cheese killed Jason

*SOB* Jason was my favorite. No superpowers other than being a Briton, surrounded by superpowered goofballs, constantly saving the day regardless, in love with Sal since before It's Walky! started, finally TOLD her today in comic time, and gets smooshed and exploded by a Martian regen ship. And how do we know it's permanant? He and Tony are gone from the banner. And it probably took Lilith and Hooper's head out too. :( Can I still have her Ash pose on a poster?

On the other hand, I want to nominate Head Alien Cheese as evil villian genius who has actually grown the most over the span of the story.

Still holding out hope that they're not dead, because Head Alien Cheese is an evil, lying bastard. And I agree with Joel Fagin (forum boardie) that especially Jason's story in the strip is incomplete. Now if Jason is soul sucked up into the Cheese that still makes him an active player. And Willis hasn't said "yes, they're dead, Jim." *Clinging to hope*

And who would have thought I'd title a post that?

Finished group script edits yesterday. I don't know how many will actually be incorporated. Actually won't hurt my feelings all that much, because I think it's the roughest draft that got critiqued by the pros at London's school. 2 marks against technical stuff (character descriptions and camera stuff) and not enough character development. I would like to know if my edits help in the last regard.

Working on Blue Man totally today. Need to writing up the GG on Cliches and finish tweaking the next WT, but all that stuff is at home. So back to Blue Man and character creation. Or at least everything that needs to be written down about the characters. Also need to reread the section on short story mysteries in Writing Mysteries, but that book is home too. :P So much for the joys of packing light.

And I didn't get the FAFSA filled out last night. Waited so long to get ahold of Chad, by the time I got online I just had enough time to send out some neglected emails. And I'm still not sure if I have to fill the parent info out or not.

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It better be bloating

I finally got the doublet to a trying on point and it's too small. *CRYING*

Okay I do realize I may have made the seams a little wider than necessary. I have a tendency to do that while sewing. Here's to hoping I lose 10 pounds and the corset performs a miracle.

Finished editing Act 2; if the paying work stays light today, I should finish Act 3 and be finished until there is something in Episode 2. Though I am anticipating some bickering over Act 2. You can't copy "Rock & Ride" word for word. And Chad pronouncement that I'm working with a bunch of amateurs doesn't excuse them. They should have learned what plagiarizing is by now.

Okay mini-rant aside. Depending on what time I get home from measurements tonight, I should clean up all my math papers and apply for the FAFSA. Which means I'll actually be online some portion of the night. Woot! An accomplishment.

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Work on a Tuesday

Tuesday probably is the suckiest day of the week. You can't convince yourself that you're any closer to Friday and you don't have Monday's work load to distract. And I'm messing with my fingernails, a sure sign I'm procrasinating.

So what do I have to do?

Buy fabric for corset after work.
Got caught up at Red Planet already.
Finish Group Script since I've become editor/the-one-who-makes-it-cohesive/the-one-who's-going-to-get-yelled-at-because-I-won't-let-them-quote-the-original-series-verbatium.
Work on Blue Man.
Apply for Federal Financial Aid, grad school, and taking the GRE.
Finding prep materials for the GRE.
Eat lunch.

Corset I'm not sewing; I'm paying for. My skills are not up to that. Blue Man I want to work during writing hour today, so it looks like fun with the group script during lunch.

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Monday, *sigh* Monday

I want to work from home. But if I worked at home, I wouldn't be working right now. Well, actually I probably would--it is noonish--but nothing I'd be getting paid for. Insanity reigns.

Have some enthuastic pirates. Enough for a whole crew, things are looking up.

Money situation should be ironed out October, Novemebt or December when I finally get to close. On the not cool hand, my cousin wants to be my next door neighbor. Here's hoping that actually making them pay for a septic tank makes them change that idea. Mom and Dad are furious; I'm pricing castle walls complete with boiling oil pots and hedges for my side.

In other news--like I don't already have enough on my plate--I'm considering going back for my Master's. Pros: 1) Southeastern offers mostly night classes (or at least have this semester), 2) as long as I am taking one class I don't have to pay Sallie Mae loans, 3) I can use loan money (which has the lowest interest rates available and I don't have to pay while in school) as a second income. Cons: 1) Fighting the traffic to make it to class, 2) Fighting my procrastination with assignments, 3) $115 for the GRE test that I have to take before I get in--ugh, they told me I should have taken that the year I graduated.

I'm going for this for the Spring semester that starts in January. No sense dwadling over it. That just makes it take so much longer.

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Flashback

I'm tired. I'm tired of my schedule being the one that is totally disrupted whenever something is planned. I'm tired of having so much, too much stacked on my plate. I'm tired of not writing at all on the weekends.

What the hell did I do, London? How many fanfic archives do you think the fandom can support? Have I ever made your work feel unwelcome at Alt Biker Mice Site? Course it could be she has ADD and I'm taking it way too personally. I do suffer from that. (Aug 3, 2005 note: I never reacted publicly on these feelings and they faded away. It was being fed by the stress I was under.)

I'm tired of feeling like a failed professional. A never-were instead of a has-been. And it's all because I stretch myself too thin. It's not CHad's fault--I've been this way my entire life.

I'm tired of having no concentration I bounced from project to project and they all suffer for it. You can see how good I am on focusing my mind in this vent session.

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Sea Dogs and Pirates

Workshops aren't cancelled tomorrow, so I have to get my Sea Dogs and Pirates class ready. I have most of it already, but scattered among different resources.

Also get to turn in the fence books for ship books. Want to festoon the pirate camp with debris from our sunken ship, especially whatever peice the name would have been carved on.

Let me get busy before the mail gets here. Yeap, back at work just in time for Friday.

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We missed Ivan

Came ashore at Gulf Shores. Completely missed New Orleans. Small sigh of relief.

Cancelled work today, but it's a good thing. I have a class to write and I don't want to fight the evacuues returning home traffic.

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Ivan and other woes

Okay maybe woes is a little melodramatic.

Ivan isn't though. That's right, looks like we're getting some of the storm, category 5. *Rubs head* Just what we need. Actually aside for disaster scenerios, I do need the imposed vacation. Have to get plywood, I have enough stuff to hold water, have to scrub the bathtub, finally bought a pet carrier. Groceries, I think Chad has the non-perishable food items covered.

We finally decided where to plunk my pirate camp as well as how it should be decorated. *Big grin* That is, if Ivan doesn't blow the site away.

This week focus on editing! First on the list: London's pet project. *Bing* Though I just had a flash of how to end it. Yippee! Time to work.

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Sick and sewing and cleaning

*Blah* Even when I try to do something right, it backfires. Not my headache but I'll still get pulled into it.

Stomach rebelled yesterday and I still don't know if it's okay today.

Taking the opportunity to finish my doublet and clean house.

Hopefully, I'll get done early and can write.

Where is everybody?

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Blues--Sewing, Housework, Or Dieting

I got all the peices and lining peices cut out last night. Got terminology definied today. SHould be ready to start sewing tonight. Chad says I can't wear the striped doublet and the striped breeches; it'll look like a prison uniform. I'm getting a second opinion. :p

I brought some reduced-sugar baking goods yesterday: chocolate cake and snickerdoodle cookies. Uses Splenda instead of sugar, cream instead of milk. So the only question is Chad's allergies to other artificial sweetners. I told him he needs to go have that checked by a doctor, but no, it's easier for me to keep the stuff around that makes me fat.

I'm not even going into the concert I won't get taken to because of money. I could probably afford the tickets now, but no, it's the principle of the thing. I'm tired of all our good times resting on my pocketbook. And since his pocketbook is waiting for school refunds, I won't be going to concert tomorrow.

And now that disappointment is official. Plenty to do, I'll just sew, or strip the table, or wash the dishes, or wash the clothes. PLENTY to do instead of screaming at a Better Than Ezra concert that will actually be IN Hammond--no travel necessary.

Now any more problems with Bloggers?

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The Blue Man Plan

I've reached the point in the manuscript where I'm not sure where I'm going. Rather than groping blindly for my plot, I'm going to plan more than I actually do.

Cyndia--who will become Zy--has just met Murdock and learned that the blue man she saw on the porch is Thirsten, an escaped serial killer. His compulsion to kill whole families is found in an astronomy myth of his homeworld that he now believes in. Sacrifice done in the name of the gods gives you their power. How do you show the gods their names? By copying the pattern of their constellations on the ground. (Earth counterpart: there have been some interesting studies that many ancient monuments were built designed on constellations.) Cyndia will be the one to figure this out from the scattered research done on Thirsten, which will given them the ability to capture him before he strikes his next target.

What I want to happen between now and then? Cyndia helps Murdock get inside the Millers' murder scene via robot. I also want to move Murdock out of the spaceship and into Cyndia's bedroom (not like that, you perverts), but they haven't reached that point in their relationship yet. Another slaughter, at least one.

I need to do some more brainstorming on my location. Now I'm picturing a subdivision built out in the middle of nowhere, and the city and the rest of the suburbs haven't caught up yet. So the woods are no longer part of a park, but actual wilderness bordering the subdivision.

Now I'm kind of stuck. I'm using "How to Write a Damn Good Mystery" to figure some of this out and it's at home. Oh well, have plenty of typing to catch up on.

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My curretn setup is too slow

I realized while working at the paying job, writing the rough draft by hand is slowing me down to a crawl. I enjoy composing in long hand; it feels more writerly. Even this blog was started in long hand between batches. And when my fingers don't feel like typing the right words, I prefer long hand.

In college, it didn't matter how long the first process took, I had enough free time to finish in a timely manner. Now it's slowing me down where it takes me months or years to finish a short story.

I knew I'd have to eventually start composing on the computer screen, so no ludite fears. Just honest trepidation of losing everything done as I trasfer between computers. I need a laptop (keep dreaming). But I figure the best way around that is to save everything to CD each day and print out the day's work for the folder.

The more I think about it, the better I feel about it. It's a jumping head first proposition.

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Writing week

Have way too much on the writing plate and it's wrecking my concentration. So I'm dividing the writing hour into writing week and editing week. This week is a writing week. Nothing but composing. Only thing is I'm composing "Thanks", "The Blue Man", and EL #7. I think that's it. :p I need to bring a dice to work. I also need to bring scrunchies to work, but I never remember.

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Waiting, waiting, waiting

I don't know what the problem Mozilla has with those buttons. But I need the buttons to pay my bill.

Finished fence in a record four hours. Power tools are really nice. Beyond really nice. So that was my last obligation to the joust field and I turned in my resignation as Joust arena stage manager and neighborhood leader. I'm just going to be guild leader of my pirates and we're going to be one happy shipwrecked family. If any of them show up. They have a bad habit of not answering emails.

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Open letter to Arz

1). Just because you spend ten years on something doesn't mean it's
finished yet.

2). Maybe the grammar errors had been corrected between the time I critiqued and you looked at the site. (Capitilization errors do count as grammar errors. So do punctuation mistakes.) Look at the dates of the posts--oh well, nobody does that. Violently lashing out at somebody who made a post trying to help and in a polite tone and then calling them names because they are "attacking your friend" by pointing out what they saw is flaming behavior. Why not say "I didn't see what you saw" and leave it at that? No, that doesn't give an opportunity for a thousand evil smiling emoticons.

3). Why the hell should I waste my time translating stuff from a language I don't know when you don't even take my advice about the one I do? Maybe knowing two languages makes you feel all superior. I'm glad you've spent ten years of your life studying English, but I've spent twenty-seven. Plus sixteen years of active fiction
writing, a B.A. in English, and a small personal library of resources that I use
for the writing tutorials. I have a book buying page, so it's not like I'm making them up. When you're ready to make your stories conform to the English standards, then we can talk.

That takes care of what points I saw in your latest tantrums. Let's be realistic.
You're in a snit still because you've put so much hard work into your stories
and I didn't fall down and worship them. In fact, I had the gall to tell you how
to make them better for an English audience. 'Cause if you're not intending the
story for an English audience, why bother translating it?

Given that happened back in March, it's really time to get over it. I looked back at the posts. I didn't forget "Praise Crit Praise," I was avoiding the praise because the story left me cold. I had no empathy for the characters. The writing style had no polish. And the long disclaimer made me want to throw it away. However, I'm not cruel. It was the first story you had put up, so I focused on what I figured would be simple changes and give the story a biy more punch, omfph, something.

Your response was to say I'm a bad reader. Sorry sweetheart, its what's called a buyer's market. Don't please the readers and the don't come back.

To make the changes or to not make the changes is always your call, but being rude is just annoying. And ever since then, you've been on a crusade to prove yourself superior. I guess it makes you feel better to see me get all indignant because I know what I'm saying is right and I have book sources to back up my statements--instead of relying on the obvious superior method of peering into people's souls via their posts.

Sorry to disappoint you, but this time I'm not biting. Your immaturity and lack of concern over the welfare of your stories comes out loud and clear. Your need to pick a fight through those you call friends does them a disservice as well. Pretty soon your fingers and your clone's fingers (if you are really two separate people. It is still possible you're sharing the same body via illness.) will have to go to another forum to spew hate. (I'm guessing from T's tirade she's discovered you two have the same
IP address.) I have shook my head over your foolishness the whole time while compossing this letter, because I have finally freed myself from trying to have a meaningful dialogue with you. Nothing but pity, because your English stories will never get anywhere with the attitude you have toward critiques.

Now apparantly you want to apologize and play nice. Maybe you're realized that when you write a post in anger all you get is anger back. End the cycle already. But my inner cynic says it's because you know you're fixing to get access denied.

Oh, and putting hundreds of emoticons into a post impresses nobody. Just use one when you need it.

Best wishes,

The BookWorm

Note to all that read this: This was wrote for my own peace of mind. Please don't use it in an actions taken against Arz and her behavior at Red Planet.

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Am I looking forward to the long weekend?

Well there is a promise of a barbeque. There is also the need to go talk to the money people. Better call them now.

*Sigh* Have to make an appointment for Saturday. It should go through. It's not usually that expensive, but I'm trying to deal with two months of bills at a time. And the stupid credit cards. And with regular income tied-up with the surveyors. *Pulls at hair* I HATE this shit. Everytime I tell those idiots I'm going to pay them off, I have to go get more money!

And Chad is very good at being sympathetic. Unfortunately I'm looking for suggestions on how to handle shit and he has none. And he let his phone die last night. And I realized to yesterday that the trips we did take, were work related for him, finding new contacts for the Faire. The trips I was jonesing for--Drake's Raid in June and Pennsic--had to be cut for budget reasons. So yeah, now I feel like I haven't had any fun all summer, every weekend has been spent working at my house or at the site, and I have resentment levels so high I don't think one day off is going to help at all. And no time to take a vacation--that's annual leave time. As it now, I'll only have enough time to take 4 days off in Novemeber with the school days. Though as I told him last night, I don't think making plans right now is a good idea because all I want to do is yell "FUCK OFF ALL OF IT! I'M NOT DOING IT!"

I don't even have time to sew garb.

Kenn wants to talk; that's good. I'm going to insist on fixing the fence. I screwed it up last year, so it's only right to get it back. As far as the gates and the rest, we have to see how the talks go. If Red gets me the prelim art soon-ish, maybe something will get decided for next year.

*HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER FOR 30 MINUTES*

Realistically, I'm probably handing it over to Chad and tell him to make something happen because I'm not. Prepared for my demands, type of thinking.

LOL Though I did realize after talking to Red last night, that all I ever do is complain to my blog about Faire. Have to bitch somewhere I guess.

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Ridiculous

Looking back at it, after I slammed Arz for her stupidity (which she hasn't stopped spewing), it's like Cassidy is "wait, Arz is calling them mean baddies, they must be mean baddies! They were mean to me! And she had the nerve not to like my teddy bears! And she won't agree with me about Disney! I better call them baddies too!"

And Arz's wondertwin "The Clone" never posts except in the threads that Arz has started or is being heavily contridicted on. I smell a rat, and I don't think they have ever stopped being a Plutarkian Spy. Doesn't help the "yes we are two different people" arguement that they both over use emoticons. Like we're supposed to be impressed you can use the evil grin 5 times in a row? My theory is Arz has so little support she has to invent a friend. Given how scitzo some of her posts sound, it might not be a stretch.

I answered Cassidy's posts; T can have fun with Arz. Though she's pulling that I'm psychic I can read your soul and you don't have one cause you hate my stories and want me to edit and that's work bullshit. Now that would be a great graphic to have handy, but it probably wouldn't translate.

I need somewhere between $883 - $1020 to cover all the bills and make sure the surveyors get paid. If I borrow it now, I won't have enough money to pay it off when the house goes through. Well if it is the low end, the $883, I can pay it off. But that leaves me with roughly $77 to save toward the $1000 deductible I'm looking at for homeowners' insurance. Cripes, I have to start shopping for that again.

Get crooked math eyes again. Let me finish these fraud assessments and balance my checkbook. That way I can be sure of what I have in the bank.

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And the day started off so well

I lost 3 pounds. Probably all fluid weight, but since I feel good it was fluid I didn't need.

Taking a two week vacation from Red Planet. I've stepped on too many of the teenyboppers' toes. Or maybe just the same teenybopper's too many times. Regardless, it's nice to take a vacation from something.

Then I read comments to my blog entries. *Sigh* That was such a downer, I don't know what to say. I know what I'd love to say, but I'm trying hard not to give into those abusive tendacies.

And now the fucking mail's here so I don't have a chance to say what I need to say.

Okay, mail sorted. I have my pile on my desk I have to do, but I need to start on some of this.

You told me to prioritize! The fact that I got a list together with falling into despair again was an accomplishment.

So what if I'm making excuses? I can't quit my job in a blaze of glory. As it is I'm going to have to take out another loan to get my bills paid. I had to pay $300 to the surveyors yesterday. Then another $300 to $350 when they actually do the work. Chad laughed at me and told me I needed to move it up higher on the priority list just because of that factor.

The Faire is not an easy decision to make. What if I told you to dump the weekly gaming sessions with your friends? How easy is that to do? Or stop having company cause it interferes with your writing hour? I love playing on the street, and the other members are my friends and extended family. And I'm going to be there anyway because Chad LIVES THERE! *Deep breath* Besides, I don't see any of them till this weekend, which is why the discussion has to wait.

And yes, they are going to beg me to stay because it's a month before workshops, and 2 months before opening. They need me to build the damn joust field and stage manage it with no credit or appreciation. And yes, I'm trying to hold out because my squires and pirates don't deserve to be dumped and I want to play with my skit. How hard is it to say no to someone you're friends with?

Blasting me 'cause I'm not moving fast enough on the road to recovery doesn't help me get there any faster. Great now I'm going to start crying at work.

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Evaluate scenes

II). Evaluate scenes
A). Most memorable
B). Least memorable--usually end up cutting
C). New least memorable

What is the most memorable scene in your book? Don't go to your manuscript for clues. If you can't remember the scene, it isn't memorable!

You know, with something novel-sized, this probably works. The strongest scene is the one you remember best. :p

I think I'm going to need help.

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Afternoon update

Chewed Arz out. That felt justified. The little bitch can't recognize an alpha bitch. And I'm in no mental shape just to ignore her. Heh, should be entertaining for a while.

To edit or to write this afternoon before going home to add up the bills that I don't have money for. *Cringe and whimper* I better work on "Lights" I need to get it submitable.

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Nervous breakdown

Chad and I had a long talk yesterday. The problem is even if I quit RenFaire, I won't be able to quit. Kenn is going to go down and his knees and beg. That is even more depressing. He agrees with you people that I'm overwhelmed, waiting for the next family crisis to rear its ugly head, and need to drop something.

Buying the house is top priority. Hence why I'm having a leisurely breakfast at home; I've got to go to the surveyor's office this morning. While a source of constrant stress 'cause I'm impatient and nothing is happening!, it is moving fairly quickly. Should close at the end of the month or by December. I'm not trying to count it any more.

Writing is also moving, though I seem to be doing more editing than rough drafting. I think I'm going to have to split my writing hours into editing this week, rough draft next, to accomadate both. That is very doable.

Chad is next, and he did agree to sleep over at my house every night of this three day weekend. He also agreed Monday is vacation day--even though I don't think one day of vacation is enough. Maybe I'll get my legs tanned.

What number are we at? 4th, writing tutorials newsletter. Actually, this has been no source of stress. I've changed the due date, I'm using them to multi-task with other projects, or is it dual purpose? Either way, I'm getting the Hyrueliana edited and writing the next 40 Editing Lessons. I just need to find some time to scan the book exercises and translate them, and then those are ready for the Creative Board, P2P, and the tutorials.

5th Alt Bm Site. I save the updates till the last minute. I keep swearing to stop doing that, but then I'm rarely home to work on them a little each day. I need to go ahead and invest in a laptop so I can work at work without any fuss. IT is so picky about the programs. I do have some behind the scenes things to catch up on, like updating the contributors' group, but that's a sit down and make myself do it.

6th The BookWorm's Library. Actually till the Hyrueliana is finished, I don't have any new material other than tutorials to go up. I'm practically on sabatical now with it, albeit unofficially.

7th RenFaire. Stop shouting dump it already. I already went into why that is not as easy as it seems. I just want the fun back. And I don't think Chad's offer of a pirate ship on the water is going to bring the fun back.

8th the paying job. What I'd really love to dump and can't. You guys told me to prioritize, and it's the fucking last thing I'm worried about. In fact I don't worry, I just go into automan mode. Which makes the Callgon lady screaming in the back of my head scream "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WASTING YOUR TIME HERE!" I like it better when she's just screaming. Looking for a new job is nearly impossible, nothing has come available that I want or am qualified to do. Going back to school for a MFA is impossible too, because I can't make it on any less than I'm making now. I don't have a second income yet to fall back on, and no I'm not considering Chad's. We're still separate entities.

There you have it. Fun outline that doesn't solve a damn thing. I'm still going to go around screaming at people. The only things I have to look forward to is swimming on Monday, dinner at Topela whenever Southeastern lets go of Chad's money (I'm leaning toward Saints winning the Superbowl, at least it won't be crowded on that day), and a padded cell.

Time to go talk to the surveyors.

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Losing control

Chad says it's just stress. I know I have plenty of that. Speeding ticket that I don't know how I'm going to pay for, surveying that I don't know how much is going to cost or how I'm going to pay for it, shopping for homeowners insurance, bills piling up cause I'm trying to hang onto to the cash I have to pay the surveyors, always owing crits, I can't even critique well anymore, trying to keep the house clean, trying to be superwoman on joust field construction, getting sick in 100 degree heat...

I can't cope with it any more. I'm crazy. The only way I can respond to anyone is to have a screaming fit that doesn't make anybody feel better, least of all me. I hate myself like this and I don't know how to stop. This blog was supposed to help, and I don't see where it has.

I don't want to be that needy bitch that drove everyone away in college. Mom can say what she wants, truth be told, they probably were lousy friends. But my behavior was worse. And It's spiraling out of control again.

The only time I don't second guess myself is when I'm lashing out in blind rage over inane shit. And it feels like every little thing is just waiting to set me off. I want to just scream at my coworkers--and they haven't done anything today! My shoulders are all tied up in knots.

I'm sick of everybody telling me that I'm not crazy when something is so very obviously wrong with me. So the only choice I have is professional help. I hope I can find somebody who is open on the weekends.

I can't even give a harsh, indepth crit anymore. Hell, I'd settle for indepth. My brain won't process it. I just keep coming up with "I like it, I like it." Pretty soon I won't be able to write either.

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Pissed again

But I'm trying hard not give into it. I spent almost all weekend in a hormonal, no-electrolytes rage--well at least all day Saturday. Nice thing about that version is you get mad cycle to crying and then get mad again which dissolves into crying. Yeah, the office cats think I'm nuts now.

What's so hard about answering a stupid email with an "oops I'm sorry." Am I out of line for thinking that my posts were safe? Am I out of line for thinking if you're going to go through a do a massive delete, you should at least ANNOUNCE that you're going to do that and give people an opportunity to save posts. I had to spend precious minutes Sunday reconstructing the posts, minutes I could have been using to edit something. And they're still minssing what everyone had said about them. Lots of people gave thoughtful insights into why Charley's character is important to them and should be in the new series. That's all gone now.

But no answer so I guess I'm just a fucked up idiot. Just like I'm a fucked up idiot about everything else. Excuse me for actually getting some good news and sharing it with the fandom. But it's not an anal poll so I guess it's not worth saving.

But silence. And the longer I have silence, the more likely I'm going to blow up at some poor innocent at Red Planet. Solemn vow to close to the thread before having a screaming fit on it.

Time to work now that I've wasted 30 minutes.

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Lighten Up Louisiana

Starts tomorrow. I was peeved into joining, but it will be good for me. I have to lose 43 pounds to be back to my high school graduation weight, which is my ideal since I haven't grown any taller since. The hard part will be finding time to be active, exercise. Killing myself at the joust field every weekend isn't cutting it.

Chad and I, well I think we worked that out. He means well, but has a real lack of communication problem.

Lunch is ate, now I have to use the rest of this time calling on house stuff. *Sigh* It's going to be December before anything happens and I need the money now.

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Triage Technique: Judging characters

I'm kind of doing this on the fly since I left Sol Stien's book at home. So I'll probably be adding to these entires once I get home and consult it.

I). Triage Technique: Judging characters
A). Protagonist
B). Antagonist
C). Minor characters
D). Credible conflict between protagonist and antagonist

Working on "Underneath the Colored Lights."

My protagonist is Cynthia Towers, a woman in her late 20s or early 30s. She has worked as a private investigator before, but in the present of the story has become disillusioned with the profession and is working as a Sonic carhop and taking a Dectective Literature class at Northwestern. (From my research after I wrote the story, this drifting in and out of the profession is pretty frequent.) She also worked as a cop in the K9 division, and they let her keep her dog partner after she left. It's a female German Shepard named Zenith. (Yes, I'm tweaking names, though that's a through back to where I worked Zy from. Ah memories.)

I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be asking myself specific things about the protagonist and antagonist, but I can't remember what they are. ARGH! Hate that.

I know I need another scene or maybe an extended scene where it becomes a lot less obvious on Stan's status. Is he a killer or no? Credible red herrings and all that. I'll work on that now.

Okay: now I have the book Stein on Writing.

I already added a verbal sparing match between Nolan and Stan. We'll have to see once other changes are made, how well that works.

I A). Specific questions on the protagonist

Do you find yourself thinking about the main characters in situations that are not in your book?

Hmm, do plots for other stories count? I've got this idea for Cynthia to work in a call center and get a strange phone call and start an investigation off of that, preventing a murder from that.

What is it about your character that you like especially? Does that happen to be also a trait of yours?

Her sarcasm and her empathy. I think I might need to play up her empathy more, though in this story she's trying to keep it shut away because it has brought her nothing but pain. She's faster with the sarcasm than I am. My wit usually catches up with me when I'm in the car fuming over how an encounter went. Her drive to be exactly like her fictional heroes.

:S Okay I might need to giver her something that is totally different from me.

If you were about to take your only vacation of the year, how would you feel if your character were going along? You would probably see your character at mealtime and in between, day in and day out for a week or two. Honestly now, would you look forward to that?

I think I would enjoy it. Cynthia can be a lot of fun to talk mysteries with. Too bad none of my stories seem to show her fun side.

How well do you understand your character? One way to find out is to imagine that you have just won a lottery jackpot of two million dollars. Your character doesn't know you've been playing the Lotto, but he is likely to hear about it on the news. People hae mixed feelings about the sudden success of friends. Would it better for you to tell your character the news yourself? How is your character likely to take the news about your new wealth? Would any of his reactions be useful in making him more interesting?

Whoa, it would probably best to tell her in person, but boy would it make her bitter. She's never had that kind of luck or success. She would hate herself for feeling bitter because of her empathy and generally liking people, but it would take a while to get over that anger over perceived unfairness.

Does the protagonist change in the course of your novel?

Well, it's not a novel. But she does realize she has a talent for detecting, and a need to help people. So she better get herself licensed so it's not illeagal.

I B). Specific questions for the antagonist

The antagonist is Nolan Wiggins, somewhere between 18 and 20 year-old college student. He tortured animals as a kid too, not that it comes up in the story.

Is your antagonist morally bad, not just badly behaved? Does your antagonist enjoy doing wrong to people? Is your character not just mischievous but malicious? What I'm getting at is the degree of villainy. Is your character just badly behaved or a truly evil person?

I think serial killers are truly Evil, in the sense of being an opposing force to good and decency. They don't even see their victims as human, the same that they are. Nolan takes it one step further, like Leon and Leopold, it's a game for him. Who he targets to kill, how he twists the police to hunting Cynthia, using her story.

Does your villain hae something that charms or entices people? If the villain isn't intriguing, interesting, lifelike, and believable, he may not be a worthy villain. No villain can attract victims unless he has charm charisma, position, or wealth.

Hmm, might need to play up his charm. I have one scene where he comforts Kate, maybe I should expand that. Also should add in some more Kate and Nolan interaction after he forces Stan out of the room. Right now it sounds like Nolan is a snot-nosed punk to me, when I want readers to see Stan violently angry and consider him a potential killer. But I can't seem to get any feedback on it and I don't have it with me to post the section at P2P.
This is probably not a good day for me to be working on this, but since I was abandoned, I don't have much of a choice.

If you're having difficulty making your villain charming or interesting, try seeing him through the eyes of someone who loves him.. Or at least cares a lot about him.

I think I can make him charming, it's just a matter of where to put it. It's a short sory after all. I know a lot of crap is going to have to go--especially description-wise. That will help with word count, but right now I'm concentating on characters.

I C). Specific questions about minor characters

Minor characters are often not minor if the credibility of a scene depends on believing their verisimilitude (lifelikeness). Just one special characteristic can make a different. And easy way to help characterize minor players is to use one of the senses you may have neglected.

That makes sense, frighteningly enough. Minor characters that I'm worried about: Kate, Stan, Floyd, Ballard. The professor needs a name since she has dialogue.

I D). Credible Conflict

Stories from time immemorial have consisted of people overcoming obstacles against high odds and strong adversaries.

Muliple murders, reluctant detective, chase through the Christmas Festival crowds. I'd love to film this story. :)

So I need to find out if my red herring conversation works, tweak the minor characters a tad (add more with taste, touch, smell, and sound. Sight is covered.)

This is a fun technique. I'm going to like writing the tutorials and using it on the Hyrueliana. If I had the book with me right this second, I'd get started on the second part.

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Frustrating

I don't have a work crew, which is frustrating enough. But apparantly my PMS is so bad my boyfried would rather go play with Rick than spend anytime with me. Yes, I'm hurt and I'm not going to be able to see straight out of my contacts now that I've cried in them.

I don't have any other time, all we have is the weekends. And he doesn't want to spend time with me.

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Friday off to a great start

I'm an eyewitness. Not so glamorous when it's just a car wreck. I'm on my morning commute, behind two 18-wheelers, when I see a minivan move toward the median and start flipping. It flipped at least three times, landing on its wheels again in the grass. A white car was facing the oncoming traffic and the two 18-wheelers kept on going.

The white car hadn't been hit and its passengers were okay. I called 911 and the other people who stopped went to help the people in the minivan. From what I gathered, the minivan tried to shove the white car out off the road twice, and he was swerving like crazy. Probably falling asleep at the wheel. They had pulled two people out of the minivan, and the ambulance left with one before I gave my statement and left.

I hope the ride home is less exciting.

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Damn cramps

Hate the stupid bloody things and I hopethey're going to pass without me having to take pain killers. :p

Have to remember to buy cat food today. Completely out. *Sigh*

The Blue Man is moving pretty well. Murdock and Cyndia are finally talking. Now I just have to get them into the Archie and Nero relationship and then to something more.

Going to start on editing "Underneath the Colored Lights" with the triage technique. After the mail is done.

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Today equals not a good week

Driving along, just past Holden when funny knocking noise starts on the back right tire. Sounds like I've picked up a stick. Stops before I pull over to the shoulder. Then starts again. Next exit, Livingston, I get out and look. I see sharp metal things coming out of the tire.

The auto parts guy was nice enough to explain the belts on my tire were coming apart and pointed me to a garage that put my spare on. Then I had to go buy tires. Then off to a different garage to get tires aligned and oil changed. However did get everything done for under $300, which my mother's friends assured me is really good. But it was after noon by the time I was finished, no going into work. :p

So I found the kitchen table. WOOT! Called the surveyors and they said it'll be 4 weeks before getting to me. Called my morgage people and told them to find a faster surveyor. Called for homeowner's insurance and finally managed to get one company to actually quote me. But by that time it was 4:30 and I figured the rest of the numbers I pegged will have closed their offices. So calling tomorrow.

I also got "Father's Love" into the mail, finally. Sans cover letter, and still feeling trepidation over that.

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DAMN!

I have the labels ready to fire off. I remembered to email myself the story so I can print out a clean copy on a laser printer. I FORGOT the file with my cover letter to rewrie that and print it.

*Bangs head on desk*

I'm also having no luck with contacting the surveyors, trying to wait till I get home to call about homeowners insurance, and I don't want to work on anymore fraud assessments. Oh well almost done with that.

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Do I Worry Too Much?

*Sigh* I can't stop double guessing my reactions and people's reactions to my reactions. This is not normal behavior.

Why do I keep doing it? Why can't I just go through life just reacting and getting over the rest of it?

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Stress

Well, at least one source of stress is gone. I can finally start moving on buying the house again. Which has the slightly added stress of how much do they want for surveying and do I have that much. *Whimper* I can handle that though.

Work stress: paying job versus writing. Writing seems to be under control, for now. "Father's Love" is going out. "The Rose" will be on it's way soon. Paying job, I might get some flack from this sick day, who the hell knows.

Housework stress: I'm finally down to just the stuff on the kitchen table. And most of that is papers that I have to figure out where to put. I can probably figure that out in one night if I would just stick with it.

Other project stress: Alt. BM update is almost finished. Catching up on giving out crits, *whimper* Hopefully lunch Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday are free.

Family stress: Our access to Savannah has been pretty much cut off. Debates ongoing as to what the options are, and not talking about her healthcare either. I think it would be better for her mental health, but I haven't witnessed anything.

So that lists all points of stress except one. I don't know if I pissed someone off due to an overreaction on my part partly due to culmination of the above stress points, wore out on a Friday, and reading that I was being told not to bother with something that I think is worth a bother and when I thought I was doing something nice for it. *Sigh* I don't know.

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Pounding head

Everytime I move my head hurts. Couldn't drive to work like that, so I'm home. Which means mail out will be one day late. *Sigh*

I'm going to work on some housework and stay away from the computer. I didn't move from it except to go to the bathroom working on the Alt. BM update from3 pm ish to 8:30ish. That ontop of the time I had spent that morning at the computer. Need a better chair. Also need to make sure I don't do marathon computer sessions while I'm alone in the house.

But I did get a nice long visit with Jazzie :D

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Humbling

Okay, to keep word counts at my fingertips and to figure out what pips to get at Forward Motion, I just listed all my original works word counts in my tracking sheets.

26 finished with a word count all under 9260 words.
3 works that I can't count because I have lost both hard copies and computer copies.
6 works are in progress. Unfortunately, anything I could have over 60,000 words is in this category. :p

Those 26 works add up to 94,069 words. Now that would be a damn impressive novel.

And no, none of these number reflect the fanfiction works I've written, which has the two longest projects I have managed to complete to date.

I guess it isn't a bad output for 16 years of work. And true, the vast majority of it is practice junk. And while doing all these tweaks I refound the Ageism column, which counts as a sale (it wasn't self published).

Looks like the first juvenile magazine I'm sending "Father's Love" to is Cricket. 12 week wait though. Ouch. I'd rather try Just Weird Enough but it's website refuses to come up. I sent email, but I haven't gotten a response. I'll be sure to listen pertinant info for the rest of you guys.

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Pain means the muscles are still there

I spent yesterday from 9am to 3pm (minus an hour or so for lunch) repairing the joust field fence. Hopefully next weekend I'll have more help.

But I got to sleep late today. Yes, 7:30 am is sleeping late for me. I have a list a mile long of stuff to work on but I can do just about all of it without getting dressed. Wa-hoo! Yes, I'm in lazy bum mode and proud of it.

Let's see where to start is always the fun question.

LOL Lith went Ash! ROTFL. At least she didn't have to cut off her hand to get the chainsaw.

Well let's analyize the list.

1) Mail Father's Love
2) TMNT at FF.net
3) Alt BM Update
4) The Rose
5) Housework
6) Pay bills
7) Mail the Rose
8) Return books to the Library
9) Find stuff for quoates
10) Putting up more exercises
11) Tutorial updates
12) Put word counts into original_progress sheets
13) Figure out the pip system for Forward Motion

Well, good thing I have all day.

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The Rose

Okay I got changes recommended by Forward Motion on "the Rose" finished. Nothing too horribly major. I'll post the new version to PtP on Sunday.

I have "Dreams of the Dead" and "Underneath the Colored Lights" with me to work on. I think I'm going to work on "Lights," I already started some stuff on it.

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Reaching conclusions

Not by any jumping I hope.

1. I need to keep better track of people. I finally reached Billy's work voicemail and was able to leave a message. My email bounced back and the home phone number I had is no longer working. I don't know if my info is that outdated, or if it's damage from Hurrican Charley. I just want to know that they made it through okay.

2. I don't know what Red wants from the brainstorming group. I haven't hit any snags lately. Well, I could potentially hit snags with the editing, which is why I think I've been avoiding it. Looks like I got a free hour before the mail gets here; I'm going to tackle one of the stories.

3. I might as well set fire to my kitchen table to clean it all off. Unfortunately that would cause extensive damage to the house and would destroy bills I haven't paid yet and need to. But it would all be clllleeeeaaaan.

4. I need a day off once a week just to deal with the writing portion of my life. I've declared Sunday to be that day this week. I don't even plan on getting dressed.

5. Some projects I come up with are just plain stupid. Like typing the writing exercises. HELLO! You've got PaperPort's OCR, which is way more accurate than the one that came with Epson scanner. Stop the extra typing already.

6. I need to change the due date on the tutorials newsletter. Having everything due the same week of the month ain't working. I'm thinking last day of the month, or maybe the 28th since every month has a 28th.

7. I want a vacation.

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Don't feel like being here

Shit! I hate when this stupid thing decides to erase the post I spent a good five minutes typing.

Ugh, I don't feel good and want to go home. I don't know what happened cause I got plenty of sleep. I hope I didn't catch a summer cold that's been going around.

And I want this portable dishwasher. And I'm going to get it after the house stuff settled.

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Bribery

Apparantly being the first to read my fiction is no longer the motivation it once was. That's annoying. I'll have to put an ad up somewhere else, I guess.

Found steno pad. Ready for meeting. The all-day meeting. *Twitch*

Would rather work on "Blue Man." Need to clean off my desk at home. Everything is upside-down, and I haven't even started on the Alt. BM update. It's probably going to be late just given how my life is right now. Course, I could help Chad stuff envelopes and work on it Friday night. Maybe.

If I didn't have to go to paying job, I'd have everything done.

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Lifelong Goal

Back in I'm So Sick Of Cleaning, I talked a little about Martin B. Coates, who is the immigrant that started my father's side of the family. Come to find out with the last family reunion, he also started my mom's side of the family.

So I'm going to Yorkshire, England to find out where we come from. I'll keep you updated when I actually get an itinerary.

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Feel better

It's like squeezing pus out, you think it's empty and there's still more in there. I feel slightly better after at least venting on record. And I've outlined my demands. Always good to have demands. I have a chance of getting demands met, no chance for getting paid to put up with these headaches.

I was going to work on "The Blue Man on the Porch," but have discovered that I left that folder at home. Since I don't trust my little car notebook to hold it indefinately, you get a sneak peek.

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"Are you injured?" The younger officer with sympathetic blue eyes asked.

"No, I'm fine."

"Officer H is going to check the rest of the house. Show me where you saw the intruder."

Cyndia lead him into the living room while his partner headed down the hall. "I was reading on the couch. I got up and saw him at the front door. Grabbed empty shotgun and he was gone. Backed away and called 911, Officer?"

"Peterson. Did you notice if he was bleeding?"

"No, but I only saw waist up. He was blue and had a butcher knife. You found blood out there?"

Officer Peterson frowned. "What do you mean he was blue?"

"His face was blue."

"A mask?"

"No, his skin was blue." Cyndia pressed against the door window trying to see the blood they had seen.

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Weekend update

Family reunion was nice. Too much running around for me, then followed by lack of sleep.

The followed by another day of planting and floor boards and cleaning. At least I didn't have to nail, though maybe pounding out my frustrations would have been healthier. But the furniture covered in the most goose shit is now clean.

Frustrations, *sigh*, I actually cried. As we were driving back from lunch, Chad let slip that he had been talking to the owners about the dias plans on the joust field. I've been trying to get a damn artist to draw up 2 plans to present them for getting close to a year now with no luck. I've tried talking about my plans--which I am well aware have less than a snowball's chance in Hell--and just get a non-committal, or the "no money" excuse. I know my plans will never get approved because all they want is a stupid cookie-cutter RenFaire, but at least give me a chance to present them decently. But again what I want, what I see, what I've been working on for the past FOUR YEARS doesn't fucking matter. Goddess I was furious.

Chad to his credit was just trying to light a fire under their butts, because A) I've been bitching about it for so long and B) the live-action joust is the show that they continously push on all the advertising and the field looks like shit and C) the Royal Court has ask nicely for a decent place to sit out there. He just wanted to do something nice and surprise me, which just pissed me off even further. My own fucking boyfriend out to realize who's damn input is necessary. I don't expect Alvin and Rick to listen--I'm not that dense after 4 years and as Amy puts it, we lack the necessary equipment to get listened to by Alvin at least.

I had to stalk off, and go to front gate and find my gardening tools. Everything that has happened decently out at that joust field has happened because I got people together and MADE it happen. I did fuck up the fence last year, but their repair job made it look even worse. We built the new stables last year; had that been left to Alvin and Mike and Rick, the knights would have had no where to house the horses and no time to build anything before the show started. They made the dias for second year and the piss-ant duke that starts off A Knight's Tale has a better fucking dias. They put up a hide away fence (to hide the behind the scenes areas of the site) for third year, and forgot to put a gate in it. After they drive the backhoe through the fence during the off-season, they put a gate in LIKE I HAD TOLD THEM TO FROM THE START. I asked for sunshade for the patrons and they did put that up. And it fell down second week. The benches that my construction crew got started on and were told to stop because they were wasting wood, are they only ones that haven't fell apart yet. Oh and lets not forget leaving all the trash at the field for all the patrons to see (the crew building the Inn includes Chad finally helped me burn that off), leaving all the boards for the benches out all six weeks of the show and we're finally salvaging what is good in the stacks now but they're mostly ruined.

I got back from Front Gate and Chad was trying to apologize and I cried. I know my fucking pirate ship arena won't go, but I hate feeling like I'm being sidestepped especially by someone who's supposed to have my emotional well being in mind. The owners are never on hand for that field. They might see 5 minutes of a show before fleeing. I know what works, and I'm constantly shunted aside. And I can't get a crew together to work on any more of it and I can't blame them. Construction work for no pay and no appreciation is no fun.

I had already said I was quitting after this year, and it is cemented in now. And nobody is going to take that joust field neighborhood. And I will not take it back until my demands are met. A new fucking dias and fence, backstage area for my people, start on a permanent outdoor speaker system, the stables completed, the concession stand (old stables) improved, drainage issues dealt with, landscaping started, and the hideaway fence repaired and improved. Fucking stuff they should be doing now.

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I hate my exercise bike

It's been so long since I used it continuously, I forgot how the stupid thing causes blisters on my but and I need to put a pillow underneath it. So now I'm trying to find a comfortable way to sit while at work, which really adds to my not wanting to be here. Let me get this stuff done so I can get the police investigation underway.

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Busy, busy, busy

I've finished the script and edited it down to 25 pages. I still need to have it beta read by one other person. Morning wants it to be the pilot for the new show. :)

I finished "The Rose" edit and posted it to the Forward Motion forum. Now I just have to find time to crit other people's stories. I think I need to tweak more learning how to manage posts. A tip I saw somewhere is to put links to your story in your signature. Well, just putting in the URL makes it a link, but I'd rather use the title. Does that even work? Can I put it in my signature even thought HTML tags aren't allowed?

Picked out four stories to crit initially, but my mind is buzzing with my Zy's short story idea. I'm probably going to work on that today. *Sigh* It does connect with the novel, but none of the other editing work is really grabbing me. I'll try to read during lunch.

'Sides, I like the opening scene. "The blue man with the butcher knife locked eyes with her."

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Hydrated now

Have too much and your body will let you know that as well. My mug at work I was counting as 8 ounces. I measured it this morning, and it's 12. So I was taking in 80+ ounces of water when you're supposed to have 64 ounces. So time to slow down.

Hopefully, I actually get to work on "The Rose" today. I think we're all caught up on lawsuits. :p

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Popularity of blogging

The reporter at the Derrick Todd Lee trial is blogging. http://www.2theadvocate.com/sk/dtltrial_blog.shtml I find it fascinating. We've been present, we've been participating in a journalistic revolution. Course you can only trust it as far as you trust the author, which is why the Democratic National Convention screeened the ones they let participate as reporters. Still, wow, "my blog qualifies as a news source" has to feel pretty heady.

Random tidbit for today. Now I have to consider "The Rose." How long would a nose keep bleeding after strangulation/hanging has started?

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Dehydration

I probably do have a high salt tolerance, but considering I barely use it. That's not the issue.

Sodium, chorloride, and potassium are your electrolytes. Adding salt is to the sports drinks is the easiest way to replenish them since salt is the first two ingrediants. And the first thing you lose: tears are salty, sweat is salty.

I found a article on nursing and taking care of severe dehydration. One of the signs of dehydration is dark smudges under the eyes. And here I thought that was lack of sleep. I already know I don't get enough sleep. But after my slight rehydration regime yesterday afternoon, my smudges aren't as dark today. So I think my intial prognosis was correct: electrolytes and fluid levels were just at functional. Any extra stress--like working outside--would put me down. Just drinking water would just further dilute the electrolytes I had left and not make me feel better. But I would be peeing.

So today I think I'm ready to switch to ordinary water. Already had two glasses, bout to go for a third.

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Elecrolyte problem?

I found a receipe for sports drink. Add a half-teaspoon of salt to a quart of lemonade. Okay I mixed up two quarts added in a full teaspoon, and drank never finding it salty. Others at our gardening day sampled it, and said it was horrendously salty.

I figured I have found the problem. Maybe I've been functioning on barely there electrolytes and essential salts. I get the levels up to where I can function, but they's still low which is why I fall out so easily now.

Problem is I've come home and been under the AC. I drank the first 2 quarts out at Faire site while we were moving plants around. I mixed up another 2 quarts while at home and have drank about a fourth of it. It's still not salty. I'm peeing, the liquid is going through me, but I got tired of drinking.

Guess it's time to diving into health research.

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Deletions

Okay, what is with computers and me? I had a whole post typed, highlighted so I could cut and paste it (to make sure nothing went wrong), and it deleted.

*Blink, blink*

I don't understand.

*Sigh*

I finally got a hold of my mortgage people. Getting it moving, getting it moving.

I hope I didn't say anything stupid to Red. I don't remember saying anything stupid.

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At least they're fast

"Father's Love" rejected by Andromeda Spaceways. And because I wasn't watching what I was doing at the time, and because I can't find the email now, I must have deleted it. I could've swore I was moving it.

They did at least offer comments. "Well written, but brings nothing new to the very old theme of human and alien misunderstandings." That's the gist I can remember.

I'm more upset over stupid idiot me deleting the damn email. Everyone's going to say it cause I hate getting rejected.

Time to move to the juvenile market. I want to send it to at least 5 places before filing it away. I'll find one once I stop beating myself over the stupid deletion.

Goddamned FATE, we need some fucking good news over here!

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Quotes

"Even if the hot dog is done, there's still a fork stuck in it." -- Al Turner

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Wacky Hijinks on Tuesday

I finished the script last night. 25 rough draft pages, but I hardly followed script conventions while roughing it out. I downloaded 2 freeware templates for Microsoft Word last night, but haven't had a chance to type in them and see what happens.

I probably used too many images and lines from "Rock & Ride" to qualify as completely original. But it's just a fanfic project, and a test to see if I could do it. Plus if it ain't broke, don't fix it, as Modo's mama would say.

Ever notice how Tuesday is the weirdest day of the week? For example, the prison guard over the inmates that do the cleaning--Drake--is our office's adopted stray. Problem is he's feeling put out because we're keeping one of the summer high school student workers into the school year. He was put out before that because we got two and one had to sit in the empty cubicle he was using.

So the student worker who isn't stay, Friday is his last day. We--the office--was having a meeting to figure what to do for his last day. Drake started sneering he didn't need no party, we were spoiling him rotten, putting him out for a lousy student worker.

Me: "What out? You said that when they got here and you ain't left yet."
He started spluttering about that while the rest of the table laughed. I kept going.
Me: "Wait a minute. Aren't you the one who went on and on how you wasn't going to be up here with us when we got to the new building 'cause they built you your own office? We still haven't gotten rid of you!"

Then it was really on. The rest of the office laughing, and polled, yeap Drake had said that. He spluttered more, and how he was going to watch me like a hawk for the rest of the week, just waiting for me to mess up and then he was getting my seat.

Me: "You only got today. I'm out for the next two days. And you ain't here on Fridays!"

Nobody could stop laughing at that point.

Scarlett: "When she let's the cat out. Watch out!"

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Monday

Funeral is on Wednesday. And I took off Thursday too, because I'll probably be the one taking Krista back to Natchitoches.

Didn't get to finish the kitchen, so I'll probably be working on that when I get home tonight. Nice to have the stuff left to sort left to one room. I still have about 3 boxes in the office, but most of it is stuff to go through and scan.

I'm in Act 3 of the script now. I don't know if I planned my commercials right, they don't seem to be very life-threatening situations. Okay Act 2 not too bad, Charley's capture, Act 3 starts with the fight to get the Thunderpipe back. Typing all this is what's going to suck. I don't think I have my pages set up right and it feels like it's going over.

Looks like one of these nights I'll be downloading some free screenwriting add-ins or something. Nothing fancy, just give me a template.

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No more bad news

It's disasterous on my writing. I start cleaning to feel better. Or at least to take charge.

My step-grandmother died at 6am this morning, complications of the surgery she was undergoing. We think any way. There's going to be an inquest, and probably an autopsy. Funeral should be on Wednesday.

Savannah will be discharged on Monday, but the cancer that is still in her brain is a level 3. Next step is chemo and radiation together, we're just waiting to see if that's the only step or if there is something experimental out there.

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Biker Mice Revisited Script

Why "revisited"? "Reloaded has been used, and "revisied" sounds bland. Actually, I'm not even using "revisited" in the title, just in my descriptions. "Revisied" is more accurate, since this is the way I would start BMFM over. Or at least one of the ways, probably the most kid-friendly way.

It's moving along, faster than some of the edits. The whole episode is in my head. The hard part is writing out in script format. It's been a long time since I wrote in present tense. And getting the script layout set up on Microsoft Word, ouch! I see why professionals get dedicated software. Though I did a quick browse, and apparantly other people have worked out Macros and templates. I have to see how that will work out.

I'm going for twenty-five minutes, even though I'm still writing in the Teaser, and I don't really know how long that's supposed to be. I need to get a tape out and time it. Maybe tonight.

Remember I need to check and make sure "poleaxes" is spelt correctly on the submission copy. Working on the cover email/letter today when I get a chance.

I have to go pick up Chad tonight, since we're reduced to one night a week now until after Faire. I told him that was unfair to do that to me and he needs to get his stupid car fixed. I'm not sleeping where I have to hike a mile to a toilet and I don't have the money to go see him every night. He needs to share some of the road running.

I might make him time the Biker Mice tonight as punishment, Mr. Don't-care-that-much-for-animation. :p

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Never Enough Time

So much to get done, and never enough time to do it.  :p  Story of my life.

1).  Get "Fine Brandy" remarks back to Red
2).  Email "Father's Love" to Andromeda
3).  Pick out 4 more markets as back-ups
4).  Edit the rest of the "Bloodlines" chapters to post at FF.net
5).  Write BMFM Script
6).  Write Zy's novel
7).  Edit "Dreams of the Dead"
8).  Edit "The Rose"
9).  Edit "Elizabeth's Oak"
10).  Edit "Summertime Adventure"
11).  Write EL = Triage tech.

And that's the short list.  Better get started while work is slow.

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Productive

Working on "Fine Brandy" and will hopefully get "Staff of Oak" printed out this afternoon to work on.  Here's to hoping that a systematic approach will get me somewhere.

Later:  Okay, finished going over "Fine Brandy," but I can't type any notes till I get home.  Should be able to print out "Staff" once my writing hour starts.  Consolidated all my notes for the BMFM script project.  Anything so not to look at "Dreams of the Dead" yet.

Going to work on "Father's Love" and get that tweaked before looking at "Dreams" regardless.  I want something in the mail by Saturday and it looks like the closest bet.

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Grumpy

*Feel free to ignore the following whine*

What the hell do I know about writing horror? I don't even find it all that scary. How in the hell did I even let myself think it was good enough? All those editors just mailing it back; probably never even bothered to make it through the first page.

I don't want to wreck the story it is by rewriting it totally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

---Whine over. Regularly scheduled blog resumes---

I'm an idiot and I know I'm an idiot. And trying to tell off your furious self for getting so bent out of shape is harder to do when the idiot drivers are out in full force. Do they even talk about not blocking an intersection in driver's ed anymore?

Red does me an enormous favor and all I can act like is an ungrateful bitch. Certainly not condoning my behavior, and she's right on the money as far as the story stands. But I just knew all I needed to do to make it better was add the scene I already did. All that red is a brutal wake-up call.

I'm not exactly freefalling, but I don't know what direction to go. It's like the B between A and C is completely shredded and must be replaced, but the replacement is going to change the direction of everything.

The thought of just filing the damn story lasted just to the walk to my car in the parking lot. I'm too stubborn. Though I am serious about if it doesn't make it in any of the horror mags this mail out time, I'm moving on to something new. There reaches a point of diminishing returns. I can't keep recycling this stuff without anything new.

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Today's ditty

Quote of the Day: I'm just waiting for the election in which I'm going to write in "Cthulhu, why settle for the lesser evil."--Me

I already have a list of things to do that's 6 items long--not counting the official "to do" list.

Found two good Lovecraftian websites today, not really meaning to.  The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society, which is actually an in-depth LARP based on Lovecraft. They look nifty in the 1920s garb. And The H.P. Lovecraft Archives, which is a more in-depth look at his texts and which publications are better than others.

It got me looking because Red didn't recognize my "Randolph Carter" reference.  Not that I really expect anyone but other Lovecraft geeks to, but I liked his stories.

Carter, Randolph. Randolph Carter was born in 1873 as heir to an old and rich to an old and rich New England family, and spent many times in his family house in Kingsport, and explored the "Snake Den" cavern in the area, reputed to be a former haunt of wizard Edmund Carter. Until age thirty, he would often spend time sleeping and dreaming fantastical, improbable dreams that many did not believe. At age thirty, however, he stopped for an unknown reason and drifted slowly into old age. When he was fifty-five, he disappeared mysteriously while walking near his old and deserted family house. Although their was a brief report of him visiting some friends in 1930, nothing has been heard of him since.     

As the narrator of The Unnamable. Carter was a writer, his known works included The Attic Window, which was published in the January, 1922 issue of Whispers. The story revolved around a creature so horrific it defied description, therefore earning the title The Unnamable. During the early 1920s, Carter and a friend, Joel Manton, discussed the possibilities of the existence of such a creature in an ancient burial ground in Arkham just outside the house used as the setting for Carter's short story. As night fell, the two were attacked by the creature and both barely escaped with their lives.
(The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, The Silver Key, and Through The Gates of the Silver Key, H.P. Lovecraft)Submitted by Sean Rodgers. 

The Cthulu Lexicon

I bought a couple of new cartoons videos this weekend.  Well, I had seen some of the shows before.  "The Legend of Zelda" was a trip down nostalgia lane, but surprisingly the show holds up pretty good.  Bob Forward wrote two of the episodes that are on that tape.  "Sherlock Holmes in the 22cd Century" really deserved a longer run.  And I want to find the episode where they bring him back to life.

I better get some editing work done. 

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Too Many Layers

In my Mozilla bookmarks. I think I went a little overboard on organization.

Savannah made it through surgery fine, and that's what she had a 95% chance at. She still has cancer. It's still going to kill her, unless there is a miracle drug as well as chemo and radiation. She talked coming right out of recovery, scared Mom to death, and moved, which none of the nurses expected so soon.

I got Krista home yesterday with only one minor ugh. That I'm not going to explain further here.

I don't know if we're going down to New Orleans today before the concert tonight. The social starts at 2. I think I need to print that timetable out.

Glad you guys gave me something to work with. I tried to start talking to Chad about it, and he just kept giggling over what he calls my "dark and stormy night" line. That led to a spat, because I don't giggle over his RenFaire plans. And Krista wouldn't let us discuss it in front of her, and he wanted to save it till the party. I did have the pleasure of seeing him recoil from the look I gave him then. Usually he just calls them cute. MEN!!

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Opening Lines

Just before all this mess with Savannah started, I came up with revisions to make on all my submitable short stories, all five.  Then I started fretting about my opening lines.  I'm fretting about everything right now, but at least I can do something about my opening lines.

"Dreams of the Dead"
1st take: Cynthia glanced around the unfamiliar landscape.
2cd take:  "Just add a couple of melting clocks, and this place could be a work of art."

"Underneath the Colored Lights"
1st take:  The cold wind cut across the water, over the grassy bank, and through the appreciative mob of people.
2cd take:  She hadn't said yes to getting killed tonight.

"Father's Love"
1st take:  "Mert wishes not for war to come between our hives."
2cd take:  ?--I don't think this really needs changing.

"The Rose"
1st take:  I saw Rodas again last night.
2cd take:  ?--maybe expand the sentence so you'd know as a ghost.  Or maybe short is enough of a hook.

"Elizabeth's Oak"
1st take:  Rhiannon tried to remember when she had first seen the expression in Phobos Byrd's eyes.
2cd take:  ?--Haven't come up with it yet, but the whole beginning needs to be restructured and that has to go!

The first line should always be attention grabbing, even in a novel where the person will give you more time to get hooked.  You don't have that luxury in a short story.

Update on Savannah: surgery is tomorrow morning.  I have to go get my baby sister from Natchitoches, and Mom doesn't know if she's going to get a hotel room or not.  And my cell phone battery died again, so I hope since I was talking to her, she will call me at my desk if anything changes.  *Sigh*  I need another desktop charger for my work desk.

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Back at work

I don't want to be here.  My supervisor is the only one who has asked anything about Savannah.

Surgery is on Friday.  They've changed from doing a biopsy to carving out as much of the mass as they can.  I think I'm going to have to go get Krista on Friday, since that's the soonest she can home.  Kai was supposed to go, but her and Savannah are closer and she wants to stay for the surgery before moving. 

Everything hits all at once.  Kai finally cements plans to move back to Texas, I just need to get paperwork from Mom for the next step on getting my house, and boom, the bottom falls out.

Now the doctors are saying she has a chance for recovery.  You want to grab hold of that, but it's been such a damn roller coaster you don't know if it's going to be flung off with you.

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Promised update

My second cousin, the only great-granddaughter on my Mom's side of the family (as of now) has terminal brain cancer. She's only 16 years old.

The horrible thing about brain cancer unless it attaches to the spinal cord is it has no symptoms. Pressure from the tumor gave her headaches. The first doctor thought it was depression. When the double vision started, they did a CAT scan. That was last Wednesday. Friday, they called back for an immediate MRI. And then rushed her down to Children's Hopsital in New Orleans.

They have been able to reduce the swelling and are now talking about just doing a biopsy, hoping to treat it with chemo or radiation. I haven't seen the MRI films, but Mom said at one point fingers are going throughout her brain.

She is the sanest one in a dysfunctional family, meaning her immediate one. Mine's not too bad when push comes to shove. And you can't help who you're realted to. But she is the sanest, most mature of the bunch, and she's dying. To look at her you wouldn't think anything is wrong, except when the morphine kicks in.

She's only 16 years old.

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Writing hour cancelled

My cousin's daughter had a CAT scan and blood work Wednesday, trying to find out why she keeps having really bad headaches and double vision.  Mom calls me at work (rare occurance) the doctors had ordered an immediate MRI.  She was very upset and heading to their house to wait for news.  So I need to get home and see if it's an all-nighter at the hospital or what.
 
Also they've gone and added more features to Blogging.   Now we can do pictures?
 
Okay, I'll have to do that at home not at work.  Must be on a FTP server.
 
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Can I finish it all tonight?

Maybe if I don't go to my mother's. :p The problem is it is never a quick update; I was over there for an hour and a half last night.

I have mopped the dirtiest half of the kitchen, and got the stuff down to a pile for the back bedroom (I couldn't get into it this morning because I piled the laundry in front of its door), a pile for Mom, a pile for Chad, a pile of stuff to get rid of, and dirty dishes. I can never get rid of the dirty dishes.

I need to do laundry, organize the office--which means I've got to put the piles of stuff on the desk back where it goes--doing something with the stuff in the living room, and straightening the bathroom and back bedroom. Though the back bedroom isn't a priority at this point.

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So much to do

I have about a quarter left in Bold in Her Breeches. Interesting, especially useful in how women in all probablity acted in and around sailing and specifically pirate life. Got a few useful tidbits.

I need to finish the kitchen and living room, or at least make such noticable difference, it won't matter if I take the weekend off. Mom has a building supply store she wants to check out, Chad wants to get a spot ready for foundation pouring for the Inn's demo kitchen, I want to swim and not clean my house. :p

I'm working on a Writing Characters From the Inside Out exercise with Rhiannon, my heroine from "Elizabeth's Oak." Though it's hard since so many people in the office have decided staying till 5pm or later is a good thing too. Probably going to use the headphones technique today. I'm combining Stein's Triage technique with Orr's character exercises. The real test will be on "the Hyrueliana", but I got home way later than anticipated due to grocery shopping and forgot that I needed to save a copy to bring to work. And now I'm under a reading and scanning deadline, so I really don't have time to work on it specifically at work.

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First chance I've had to blog all day

Assessment time is such a lovely time of the year. Forms coming in that must be audited, lawsuits piling up; I've done 50 of those today. Ugh. And we haven't even hit the busy part of the month yet.

I downloaded Mozilla last night. I need a secondary browzer to check webpages with, as well as just being fed up with the garbage I.E. allows through. Now if we can only convince the firewall programmers and the computer hardware makers that when you do a port trace on a virus or other nasty, it sends an electric pulse back to the computer who sent it. Eventually the stupid cyber terrorists won't be able to afford new computer equipment. Course this doesn't wipe out the idiot factor, just that the idiots who don't have their computers protected would have to buy new equipment too.

Have to finish two library books before Friday. Lost track of reading them while I worked on new bought books, opps. Bold in Her Breeches has just been feminist academic rhetoric so far. I need more facts for me pirate crew.

Got the kitchen half-cleaned last night, meaning the spring cleaning that has been dragging on for months. Course the half that's left to do is the mess brought in from other rooms. All the spices ended up in a plastic basket that buying a new toolbox freed. I'm beginning to think I'm going to have to build a wooden spice rack; I can't find one anywhere. Have another look at Wal-Mart tonight when I go shopping, and there is possible some kitchen-wares stores to hit in Gonzales. But if that's a no go, I'm pulling out my hammer and nails.

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Monday again

Week in, week out.

Today's not a bad Monday though; the office decided to have a party. I elected to do the sandwich trey. Well, Saturday was Spider-man 2 and board game night, no stopping at a grocery store and I forgot all about it. Sunday, Chad and I cleaned his apartment over the Inn (what he calls the big unfinished dorm room). So I'm getting dressed this morning, wondering what I'm going to do for lunch when it hits me "we're having a food party no lunch necessary." Followed immediately by "OH SHIT!"

Delis always need at least 24-hour notice. So I rushed into Wal-Mart at 7am on my way to work, and bought the necessary items for sandwiches. But then three other people forgot too and had to make last minutes save, and I don't feel as bad.

Writing news: Don't use the Microsoft Word insert a horizontal line feature if you plan to move the file into Word Perfect or another program. It refuses to delete. I'm having to retype whole sections trying to erase the line. I'm going to have to check the Word Perfect line will erase.

I'm going to be practicing with Stein's triage editing technique for the Editing Lessons. I'm thinking of setting up a series of those where one story is taken through the editing steps.

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Where does the time go?

I actually spent it on typing. :) Now it's time to go home.

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Today = tired

I'm so tired today. I feel like I haven't gotten any sleep at all. I know I did, but after my weekend of screwy sleeping, I haven't been abole to get back into exercising at 5am. Going to crawl into bed as soon as I get home tonight. Well, after I crawl out of the tub first.

I hate driving when I'm this tired. All the other drivers go into "stop and go" mode. I came closer than I like to plowing into the back of a white truck. Had to slam on the brakes and the truck behind me had to swerve to the shoulder. I don't know if my back tires squealed or his tires squealed, but rubber was left on the pavement. You slap youself, chug more Diet Dr. Pepper, and still the eyes drift closed. Dangerous.

Yeah, going to bed early tonight.

Tried calling mortgage people again. Still no talking to the guy working on it. *Sigh* And Mom is right, I need to get it done ASAP in case something does happen to my grandmother. This is her last week of radiation and she's done pretty well, but still the woman's 81-years-old. Maybe 82 at this point. I have such a lousy memory for birthdates.

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That was nice while it lasted

I didn't get as much cleaning done as I had hoped. Hard to concentrate when your brain keeps going "nap time, nap time." Why my brain kept going "nap time"? Because Saturday night I went to bed at 3am (which technically makes that Sunday morning) and woke up around 8am with the stupid sun. That after I finished adjusting the entertainment center shelves, nearly killing myself with one (adjustable my ass), drilling holes for others, mking pre-existing holes larger because they had 5mm holes and I had 1/4 inche shelf pins.

Fourth of July party on Sunday, in which I won "Star Wars" Trival Pursuit. Technically, it was the girls' team but since my team mate only knew the answer to one question. I got bored during "Lord of the Rings" Risk (same problem I have with chess, too many damn rules), and started reading Harry Potter #5. I took it home and finished it at 6am. Cat woke me up at 11am, and I spent the rest of Monday in a daze.

Determined to tire myself out, I went swimming. I'm pathetically out of shape. After 5 minutes of energetic swimming, I had to get out of the lake and spent 20 minutes to stop heaving. I slept good though. And I've decided to work on my swimming endurance at least once a week.

Now it's the day after a holiday at work. Which means we get Monday's mail times two.

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HUZZAH! of the incredibly bummed-out Saturday

Good news: I finally finished all the checking and fixing of the entire Library. Uploading as I type this.

Bummer news: Vandals struck the Faire site again! So my boyfriend, Mr. Responsible, is back out there because he doesn't want them hitting the Inn or the vardo again, and they seem to strike when he's not there. (Yeah, we have a big, neon-bright idea of who's behind it, but no hard evidence.)

I only get the weekends to be with him. And I refuse to sleep over there because of the lack of toilet. So yes, I'm feeling extremely put-out by the whole situation! But we can't prove a goddamned THING!

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Quick update

Anna had her baby at 12:18 yesterday, 6 pounds 2 ounces baby girl.

Richie and Leigh's wedding is tonight, and I get to leave early to make that.

Why the hell are we dividing moneys up for the fiscal year according to the check date? Shouldn't what year it falls in depend on the day of deposit? I need to talk to an accountant that does work here. :p

Typing Chapter 4 stuff from "No More Rejections;" probably won't finish it before I have to put on make-up and leave. But I look really cute.

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FINALLY

I finally finished the damn code and spelling checks on all my webpages. I'm sorry for those misspellings. Really, I am.

Now I just have 25 pages with code errors to fix, and 116 pages to reload.

Glad to know I'm not too busy this weekend.

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How complicated can it get?

New fiscal year, new fiscal codes. new fiscal classifying steps. And nobody is communicating all these new things very well. No, we're not all on the same page people. :P

My co-worker wnet into labor this morning at 1am. It's horrible, but we're all glad she's out of the office for 6 weeks. Let's just say her behavior was sufficient to scare me into staying home and out of the public for the whole nine months. But it's a good thing we had the baby shower on Monday.

I think I finially figured out why dress shoes hurt me so much. I get them wet in this lousy weather and they shrink. They fit fine on Monday, but it rained and I had to hike through mud at Faire site (stupid, I should know better). My feet aren't swollen today and they feel like they're busting out of them. *Sigh* More rain about to start.

Lunch time and I've got some other stuff I have to do.

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So sleepy

Been getting a lot done, but trying to finish the website has been causing lack of sleep. I haven't stopped yawning all day long. On the other hand, looks like everything is green-lighted for the creative writing group and typing is ahead of schedule. The tweaks to the corpse description work really good. Now I'm debating whether ir not to end the chapter as I originally planned it, or open chapter four with the discovery of the body.

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Eew, he was dead how long?

Spending this writing hour typing because I have found a major flaw. Zy just discovered the first of the murderer's victims. He has been decomposing for sixty days. I got the smell covered, but I think the body would look in worse shape than I have described. So research to do.

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Tired so tired

Stayed up way past my bedtime trying to finish the goddamned Library update. Of course it's all the pages I didn't do anything to during the first go around, but since I'm checking everything with the graphics reorganization, they're all full of errors.

Coworkers baby shower and mail out to work on. Time to get to work.

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Bouncing Ideas Group

I took the stuff down because I am upset that my experiment failed. I can't recreate the bouncing ball group. You and I always end up fighting, T's response is always "sounds good can't wait to read the story," and Jazz gets caught in the middle. You guys never really wanted to comment, so I'll cut my loses now.

Okay, it has come to my attention that I didn't explain the rules. Or at least my intentions. I thought I had, but that's a different story.

Creative ball bouncing means asking for, getting, and clarifing feedback while in the writing stages of the story. In other words, you post the story notes or idea, someone else says what they think on it, and if you need to you add more of your idea add more, And things continue in the back and forth fashion until the problems get ironed out.

Who's interested in being in this group?

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Disappearance of the Evil Jack posts

They're gone because I was stupid enough to think I could discuss my story notes and find faults with them and correct those faults before writing a single word of the actual publishable story down.

I am sorry for subjecting my friends to this and forcing them to do something they didn't feel comfortable doing.

I'm sorry that my definition of "discuss," which means to clear up any preconceived notions my badly written notes have left with what is actually floating in my head on this project in nebulous form with a post responding to comments made, doesn't match anyone else's.

I have kept all comments made on the scene outlines, and will use them when I write the stories. Thank you for what you helped me come up with.

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