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Tuesday, November 29, 2005


It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Yep yep.

Preparations are going well for the Christmas Concert. Finally!

Small towns are hysterical when trying to organise events like this. Keeping in mind that I didn't have a lot of lead time to begin with, I have 10 days to the concert and groups are just now getting back to me. It's like first you have to plant the idea, then the mulling process begins, and then they jump on board.

I'm fairly certain I'll have someone phoning me at the last minute to be included. But that is simply the nature of the beast.

It is a huge relief though to have any response at all. I have enough community groups, and soloists committed to fill an hour. Everything after this is gravy.

In writing news... it continues. Yay!

On the homefront... reclaiming the living space is slowly but surely being accomplished. Two plants died, one fish--and not the bulgy eyed one either. It was the algae eater. I think it starved to death the poor poor thing. I didn't even notice it was in any distress until it was too late, by the time I did, he was too weak to eat. sigh.

World peace? Still working on it.


Tuesday, November 22, 2005


Song of Joy!

Today I get to SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE my heart out and dance around like a loon.

My CP, my mentor, my friend, SOLD. Dee is an amazing, talented, (sometimes annoyingly prolific) writer and it has been my privilege over the last two years to read her books with a critical eye.
Everything I know about technique I learned from, Dee, because she slowly, painstakingly explained things to me--even when I'm sure she wanted to hit me upside the head with a 2x4. The hours upon hours we spent on IM discussing plot points, motivations and just about anything under the sun have been some of the most stimulating, inspiring conversations I've ever had.

Dee, my little black rain cloud, today the sun shines on you. Enjoy Dollface.


Thursday, November 17, 2005


It's My Party (and I'll cry if I want to.)

I have to come up with a way to manage my time better.

I love that I'm writing again, it's such a rush. And yet something else is sacrificed for those precious hours (and often everything is sacrificed).

The one thing I don't cheap out on is the morning lessons with my son. The afternoons are generally devoted to the house, and completing certain projects per day or week as I deem necessary. Then there are errands etc... which really only leaves the evening to write for a good solid block. I know, wah wah wah, cry me a river. But this is my 5 minutes of whining, and I'm going to wallow in it, thank you very much.

More and more I'm feeling as though there's no ME time. I've been missing bopping around the blogs commenting here and there. I've missed out on some great posts, some wonderful celebrations, and a whole lot of fun. IM too. I just realised that I haven't turned on yahoo messenger for a week. MSN? I get to say hi and then all is silence. I miss the silly gab sessions. The mindless laughing and talking about nothing in particular... just having fun.

Yes indeedy, gonna have to come up with a better time management plan. All work and no play makes X a testy girl.


Wednesday, November 16, 2005



Break out the champagne and the tooty horns.

A very dear friend of mine just sold to Samhain, you can check out her story over at Raecy's Place.

Cheers my dear, this couldn't have happened at a better time. And I'm so unbelievably happy for you!

Love ya Doll Face,


Monday, November 14, 2005


Walk the Walk.

I am an Amazing Race junky.

This season has been full of surprises considering it is the Family Edition. but the reason I mention AR isn't the race itself but one team of racers that generate so much animosity within me: the Weavers. (They call themselves Christians. Gack!) It's a similar feeling I get whenever anyone says, "I rely on my faith to make decisions", because it automatically places you[me] on the defensive or on potentially shaky ground, that in questioning/disagreeing with that decision, you are attacking their faith (Shrub did this in the past to great advantage, btw, although it seems to have worn thin now.... and I've digressed,)

I've spent the better part of the day over at Television Without Pity reading all the wonderful snark on this truly hideous family and some of it has helped me reconcile what it is about the phrase, 'I'm a Christian' that makes my hackles rise.

1. It's generally unsought personal information, so having it announced always takes you aback. Like, 'Hi my name's Mary, and I pick my nose."
2. Because it's unsought it always sounds boastful, smug... superior. I graduated from Yale, I make 100k a year, I'm white!!!

Most Christians bleat that they're labelled as hypocrites. guess what, you are. I will tell you up front, that I'm a insensitive, irreverent, sarcastic, bitch, (actually I wouldn't have to tell you. Five minutes in my company and you'd know). I won't disappoint you by acting differently. But you're a Christian.

If you were to announce you were Catholic, or Baptist, or even that you're church-going, it's implied that you attend a facility that tries to interpret the teachings of Christ. There's no standard to live up to, you can fall and fail and get back up and try again, all without being a hypocrite... but under the generally accepted definition of Christian, (and the perception of what a Christian should be) you are a hypocrite. Here's the important section of that definition: showing character consistent with Christ's teachings.

You may well argue that no one is perfect. True. But the vast majority aren't announcing their higher standard either, so when you fall, you're gonna fall far.

Christian is beyond anything as limiting and fallible as any one church. Christian is the ideal, and using it to define you is like a graduating diploma. Well, the first time you [the self proclaimed Christian] act in an unChristian-like manner, be prepared to be called on it.

And I only hope, that this new upswelling of Christianity doesn't redefine and water down a wonderful definition, else we'll all lose something truly important. A goal that we as a society can strive for in our behavior toward each other... (well not me, I'll still be sitting at the bar heckling the bad hair and fashion crimes)


Friday, November 11, 2005


Quimsucking Queafweasels

Sorry gang, had to turn on the letter verify function.

Which I utterly loathe as I'm usually tipsy when I respond to y'all's blogs, but the mothering spammers are getting too much for me.



Wednesday, November 09, 2005


The things I think while you're speaking.

** Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.
** The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're creative.
** Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
** I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a damn.
** You sound reasonable...Time to up my medication.
** I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.
** What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
** I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
** Ahhh...I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again...
** I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
** It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.
** Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial. ... take note, remember.
** How about never? Is never good for you?
** I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.
** I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter. Pure X.. but I won't try very hard
** It might look like I'm doing nothing, but at the cellular level I'm really quite busy. This one cracks me up
** At least I have a positive attitude about my destructive habits.
** You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
** I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
** Someday, we'll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the subject. Oh yeah. Happened several time

Okay, so I'm digging into my well of stored funny emails, give me a break, I'm writing... but I do think these things (or similar sentiments)


Tuesday, November 08, 2005


It's Magic Part Deux

Still going

I love the beginning stages of a story. The high energy rush where you're frantic to get it all down.

Being that I'm not officially a part of Nanunanu (yes, yes, I know that's not how its spelled), I've taken some time out to organise the manuscript into Act overviews, Chapters etc. inserted the scenes I had written randomly over the years into the correct act, (Did I mention I've been thinking about this story on and off for two years?)

Anyway, it's all fun for now. The suckmonster doesn't usually come to visit until the end of Act 2, beginning of Act 3. So I'm going to enjoy this story for a while yet.


Tuesday, November 01, 2005


It's Magic

Eight pages so far.

It's nice to be back in the driver's seat. With at least 4 more hours of writing to go, I'm feeling pretty good about this start.


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