So…
*glances at NaNo widget over <—– there*
I finished NaNo!
Now, may I pleeeeeease sleep?? 
Archive for November, 2008
My mom has asked my nephew to “say how a turkey goes!” so many times that last night, while sound asleep, he rolled over, stretched, and murmured, “dobble dobble dobble” without waking up for even a second. Gotta love moments like that.
And, since his “dobbles” are the cuter way to say it,
Happy Dobble-Dobble Day, everyone!
One of my favorite phenomenons that signals the arrival of autumn and winter: the crystallized puffs of air that hang in front of my face each time I breathe outside. Even at the ripe old age of 28, I’m still known to occasionally “smoke” a phony cigarette while waiting for Mikey to do his business. I know, I know, terribly immature. But when I’m already wearing fuzzy Eeyore pajama pants, a thick, ginormous hoodie inherited from my husband, and a tasseled toboggan on my noggin, I’ve already tipped the scaled from “respectable adult” to “teetering on the edge of an age-appropriate emergency intervention,” so adding a fake cigarette break really isn’t that bad, right?
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Right?
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Someone agree with me, dangit!
My NaNo work is going surprisingly well. Not well enough to be ready for anyone’s eyes but my own, but still. At least the words are flowing. My husband keeps asking me about my progress, and I truly don’t know how to respond. “It’s going great, but it’s hard, I think it’ll wind up well, though not nearly good enough to be anything other than the skeleton key that unlocks the rest of the story, and I think you’ll really like it, but no you can’t read it yet.”
Poor guy’s eyes start to glaze over by the second qualification. Such is life with a creative sort, I suppose. At least, such is life with an insecure creative sort. Were I more secure in my work, I wouldn’t mind him reading along as I trucked through…but for now, allowing someone to read my beginning phase work causes me to sit right next to them and constantly interrupt their concentration with gems such as, “Now remember that this is a really rough draft. This page isn’t even close to complete, it’s just a basic structure. Oh, and I know that the main character isn’t all that captivating yet, but she will be in the next run-through. You know what? Just give it back to me and I’ll let you read it again when I have it vamped up a bit more,” and ends with me snatching the pages out of their hands before they’ve gotten past page 3.
Classic, eh? heh…
…but my clicker went click-happy.
I was deleting through my daily five-bakers’ dozens of SPAM comments, and two of my dear friends, Sarah and shorty, got caught in the extermination.
So for their two now disappeared comments that fell victim to the clicking madness of deletion, I offer this in remembrance:
Two prettiful daisies for the posts, and one prettiful daisy for my attention span… all flying up into the clouds of disappearance. Let us sigh…
Seriously, I think some rascal has absconded with my Muse. She was here just the day before yesterday, and now she’s gone.
Come on now, which one of you took her? It’s high time you’ve returned her to her proper location, namely holding my pen and clicking on my keyboard. Fun is fun, but the joke has gone on long enough.
I’m going to be reworking my website before long, to consolidate my political and activism blogs into one, and updating my front page. Any suggestions? =)
While you’re giving those suggestions, go ahead and give back the Muse. If you don’t, I may be forced to take drastic action. Such as throwing a cookie at your nose.
…when the NaNoWriMo kickoff, a huge election, and persistent migraines-in-the-making all occur in the same week. My blog goes stagnant.
My emotions are a little scattered right now. I am exhausted, thanks to many little-sleep and sleepless nights. I am cranky because my eyes have been wickedly bothering me for the last long while, contributing to those migraines. I’m angry because a dear friend of mine was robbed, her security violated and her, her husband, and their unborn child were forced out of their home in fear.
I am flabbergasted, infuriated, and frustrated with the behavior of some folks with whom I must be forced to share the definition of “human.” This year’s election has shown a truly ugly, ugly side of so many Americans, that I am mortified to be classified with many of them. People I respected, people I considered intelligent, caring individuals, who are now spewing rhetoric so vicious, paranoid, illogical and discriminatory that it is an embarrassment to even hear their words.
I know my writing is suffering because of all the preoccupations. I value the adage, “A good writer must be a clear thinker,” and I am anything but a clear thinker right now.
Hrmph.
YES!!!
That’s all.
Just…
YES!!!
I love that magazines send gratis copies when you have an article writen in a particular issue. Today, I received 6 copies from American Fitness magazine, with my article, “The Top 10 Least Effective Exercises . . . and Their Better Alternatives” spanning pages 14 & 15. Yay! It’s such validation to see your words in print, you know?
NaNo is going fairly well, despite the atrociously slow site. I finally got to log my word count, which was 9750 this morning. I haven’t gotten a huge amount done today, unfortunately. My peepers are bothering me so much, it’s nigh impossible to focus on writing. Ack! Didn’t mean that to be such a pun! Peepers, focus, blah blah blah.
Speaking of peepers…I went for a LASIK consultation with my ophthalmologist last Friday, and was told that I’m not a good candidate. I have chronic dry eye (whch is why I’m having so much trouble right now), and one of the major side effects of LASIK is dry eye. So if a person does not have it before they get the LASIK done and winds up with it afterward, it doesn’t bear imagining how bad it would be for me.
She did, however, tell me that I was a good candidate for clear-lens replacement surgery, which is essentially cataract surgery without there being a cataract. It’s invasive, but not ridiclously so: they make an incision in the white of the eye, go behind the iris, break up the lens, and replace it with an implant. The lens and implant are about the size of an M&M. I’d most likely have to wear reading glasses, because the surgery causes you to lose close-up focusing ability. The only way around that is to have a micro-focus lens implant, rather than just a regular one. Unfortunately, with as bad as my eyes are, they are most likely too elongated to be able to handle a micro-focus.
But hey, I’ll take it. I don’t mind wearng glasses for reading and writing, if it means that my vision is darn next to 20/20 the rest of the time. Right now, I wear a -11 contact lens, and have been in strong specs/contacts since age 5 and 10, respectively. It won’t cure the dry eye, but at least it’ll help me be able to *see*, even when running dry.
Ramble ramble ramble. I do believe this is what they call procrastination =D
NaNo’s website is driving me batty!
I am Mentor to 6 people, and I haven’t been able to get the site to stay loaded long enough to even check in with them! Forget about getting a word count submitted!
Head, meet desk.