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Tuesday, 16 October 2012
A Rambling Ramble
You know that saying, 'I came,I saw, I conquered.' Well I feel a little bit like that when it comes to this blog, only it's more a case of 'I came, I Felt A Bit Guilty, I Procrastinated.'
Ok, so it's not remotely like the first phrase, but still. I can't believe we're midway through October,and this is only the first time I have sat down to blog. I was fully prepared to give the whole 'blog every day in October' thingy a decent attempt. I even had ideas for the requests that had already started to trickle in. But for some reason, whenever I make plans, everything goes 'tits up' (as we say in Cardiff).
Why is that? I mean, planning should mean that everything goes,well, to plan. Or at least more or less. But I am one of those people who seems to manage better when there is not a sign of a plan in sight.
The biggest thing that stuffed up my plan was the fact that my employers sold their shop, giving the staff less than two weeks' notice. The new owner took over our contracts on the 28th September. What we were hoping to be a smooth transition has turned out to be our worst nightmare. I won't get into details, but suffice to say that two of the fourteen staff members have already left, one has decided to retire early, and the rest of us are desperately seeking new employment. A time consuming, tedious, and often depressing turn of events, not least because there really aren't many jobs out there at the moment.
The smallest thing that has affected my good intentions (though it is just as annoying) is the fact that my laptop is dying. Again. I've actually lost count of how many laptops/computers have died on me in the last eight years. I could probably work it out if I thought about it, but it is too depressing to even make the effort. Once again, the soon-to-be fatal flaw is a wonky keyboard. When I say wonky, I mean that it is just not doing what it is supposed to do. So far it is just the space bar that is misbehaving (I have tried to catch all of the words that have been squashed together due to the space bar not working properly, but I'm sure I'll have missed a few). Actually, the 'b' isn't always showing either (added this bit on my read through, but only after spending a few seconds wondering what on earth I meant by 'log every day in October').
Granted, it's not as bad as when half the letters on my keyboard didn't work during the Boken Keboa era (nor nearly as funny), but it is just so time consuming trying to type, and having to pause and go back after almost every word. It's also terribly fwuztwatin (couldn't resist using probably my favourite ever made-up word from the Boken Keboa dictionary).
In between the big and the small things that have stuffed me up, there are the various bits in between. The usual, everyday things that mean I can't get as much access to the internet as I would like. Work, kids, life... that sort of thing. And of course, there is the anxiety that I can't quite manage to control over the fate of my novel submission. Almost seven weeks have passed since I hit 'send' (or, to be truthful, hit 'save draft' by mistake, then realised the next day that I'd messed up *shifty*), and I still have another nine weeks before I can chase up the publishers.
And I've procrastinated, obviously. Wouldn't be me if I didn't. (Ooh, the caps lock keeps sticking too, forgot to mention that. Half of this post would have been SHOUTING at you if I hadn't have used the backspace button so often [luckily that one is still working]).
Anyway, that's all I want to ramble about at the moment.There's only so much backspacing and deleting a girl can take...
Image borrowed from here. Incidentally, I love the fact that when I searched Google images for 'boken keboa', it knew EXACTLY what I was looking for. *snort*
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Missing: Blogging Mojo!
You know, I wasn't really too worried at first when my Blogging Mojo went walkabout. I mean, it's not like it hasn't happened before. *shifty* But it's been three months - to the day!- since he blew in my ear and massaged my shoulders (for the clueless, my Writing/Blogging Mojo is a combination of Aragorn [the Viggo Mortensen version], Damon Salvatore, Dean Winchester, and Spartacus), and now I really need him to return as soon as possible.
To be fair, he hasn't been entirely absent. He pops up whenever he can *coughs* and has been very helpful when it came to working on my new chick-litty manuscript. In fact, he's been particularly helpful when it comes to writing certain scenes (mostly the innuendo-y type scenes, obviously). I'm not finished by a long shot (and neither is he, hopefully), but I'm sure I can rely on him to continue his brand of encouragement.
But he needs to be thoroughly chastised for his neglect with the blog cheer leading. He hasn't waved his pom-poms at me for far too long. So I am cracking my whip and bringing him to attention.
To keep him poised, he needs a little encouragement of his own. Some incentive, you might say. I've tried the usual suspects - chocolate, champagne, feather boas, that sort of thing - but I think he's more in need of mental stimulation. With the October NaBloWriMo just around the corner (or, the October Marathon, as I like to call it), he's going to need more stimulation than ever. What better way to do that than firing some requests his way?
Or, to put it another way, I want to blog and I have no ideas. But that's not nearly as much fun as talking about mojos, feather boas and pom-poms...
Anywho, despite my hit and miss record when it comes to requests, I'm giving it a shot for October, so I need thirty prompts. I realise there's thirty-one days in October, but the last day is traditionally reserved for reminiscing, so thirty is the amount of requests required (wow, a lot of 'r' words in that last sentence).
So... hit me...
Image borrowed from here.
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| Oi! Mojo! Break time is over! |
To be fair, he hasn't been entirely absent. He pops up whenever he can *coughs* and has been very helpful when it came to working on my new chick-litty manuscript. In fact, he's been particularly helpful when it comes to writing certain scenes (mostly the innuendo-y type scenes, obviously). I'm not finished by a long shot (and neither is he, hopefully), but I'm sure I can rely on him to continue his brand of encouragement.
But he needs to be thoroughly chastised for his neglect with the blog cheer leading. He hasn't waved his pom-poms at me for far too long. So I am cracking my whip and bringing him to attention.
To keep him poised, he needs a little encouragement of his own. Some incentive, you might say. I've tried the usual suspects - chocolate, champagne, feather boas, that sort of thing - but I think he's more in need of mental stimulation. With the October NaBloWriMo just around the corner (or, the October Marathon, as I like to call it), he's going to need more stimulation than ever. What better way to do that than firing some requests his way?
Or, to put it another way, I want to blog and I have no ideas. But that's not nearly as much fun as talking about mojos, feather boas and pom-poms...
Anywho, despite my hit and miss record when it comes to requests, I'm giving it a shot for October, so I need thirty prompts. I realise there's thirty-one days in October, but the last day is traditionally reserved for reminiscing, so thirty is the amount of requests required (wow, a lot of 'r' words in that last sentence).
So... hit me...
Image borrowed from here.
Monday, 25 June 2012
My Auntie Is Giddy
As in oh my giddy auntie. As in oh my daisies. As in oops. As in *shifty*. As in any and all polite ways of saying the word that rhymes with 'duck'.
My bad. My very bad. My so bad that there should be a personalised definition of the phrase especially for me. It's been two months since I last blogged (I feel like I should have gone to confession to say that, even though I'm not a churchy person). Hmmph.
I'm in the throes of a deep bout of procrastination. Not only have I not blogged, but I haven't done much of anything else either. Except work, try to keep up with the housework (the keyword being 'try' there, because I'm pretty sure the housework is stomping way ahead of me in that particular race), and doing my best to not let the Shingles Beast get the better of me.
Technically I recovered from shingles about six weeks ago, but in reality I'm still feeling the effects of it. To say it knocked me for six would be an understatement. I'm one of the lucky ones; the pain 'only' lasted about a month. I can honestly say that I've never had pain that bad, and that includes childbirth, because childbirth never reduced me to tears (well, it did on my daughter, but that wasn't because of the actual pain, more because I was stressed). The nerve pain that I had with shingles was excruciating. But while that was bad enough, it's the lingering tiredness that I can't quite shake off that is debilitating. I find that I can't do as much as I used to do without feeling exhausted.
None of us are getting any younger, and sure, I can't do what I could do ten years ago, but I find that I haven't got the stamina to do what I was doing ten weeks ago. It's really odd how something as simple as the chicken pox virus can really send you body out of whack.
Anyway, moving on...
I'm gutted I failed the April A-Z. To make it worse, I only failed by three days. I manged to limmerick my way from A-W, then I ran out of steam. So close! Arghh!! I'm pretty sure this embarrassing failure has compounded to my avoidance of my poor, wee blog. In fact, my Writing Mojo is not only blushing, but refusing to have anything to do with me.
And it's not only my Writing Mojo who is shunning me either. My Editing Mojo has a distinct look of disdain on his face, while my Manuscript Read Through Mojo keeps looking at me as if I'd just crawled out from under a particularly nasty rock. Honestly, I'm surpised I'm still alive after all the Daggers of Doom glares that have come my way.
But it's not all bad! No! Indeed, there's been some good stuff in the last two months! While I am mortally ashamed of myself for not finishing a read through of a friend's manuscript, I did recieve her debut book through the post last week (which, by the way, was one of the only original manuscripts that I have ever managed to fulfil my read through promise with, even if I was late with it *shifty*). My good friend The Watery Tart (aka Tami Hart, aka Hart Johnson, aka Alyse Carlson), was officially a published author earlier this month. Yay! *sends subliminal 'go buy it' thoughts to the world at large*
It's very cool to own a book that was written by a friend. *nods* I haven't read it yet (well I have, in it's original form, but not in this form), but I did open the book and have a *squee* moment when I discovered that not only is it cool to have a published author for a friend, but it's also cool to recognise other friends in the acknowledgments. *squees again*
I also discovered a new obsession in the last two months. I finally got around to reading some books by an author who was recommended to me ages ago. Now, I'm a Book Slut and will read almost anything, but every now and again a series will come along that really grabs at me. This doesn't happen very often - I can name the Harry Potter series, the Lord of the Rings series, and Salvatore's Dark Elf books as the only examples - but now I have another series to add to my elite list. Robin Hobbs books, specifically her books telling the story of FitzChivalry Farseer and his friends. Loved, loved, LOVED these books. Loved them so much, in fact, that my FanFic Mojo is currently emerging from exile, rubbing his hands together and seriously thinking of flexing his writing muscles.
In other news, my newest additions to the family (two bearded dragons going by the names of Pinky and Perky), have been busy beardies indeed. Pinky has so far laid 50 eggs in the last two months - 21 in the first clutch, 29 in the second), and judging by her frantic digging, and overall scatty behaviour of the last couple of days, there's a third clutch on the way. So far none of the eggs have been viable, but it's still cool to say that I have dragon eggs in my house (that'll be the geek in me).
Lastly, there has also been two birthdays in the Smith household this month. The Hubby was [undisclosed age due to self-preservation] on June 11th, while my eldest child turned sixteen yesterday. If ever there was a reason to feel old, it's when your children are closer to the age of twenty than you are.
Oh my giddie auntie indeed.
All images self-taken.
My bad. My very bad. My so bad that there should be a personalised definition of the phrase especially for me. It's been two months since I last blogged (I feel like I should have gone to confession to say that, even though I'm not a churchy person). Hmmph.
I'm in the throes of a deep bout of procrastination. Not only have I not blogged, but I haven't done much of anything else either. Except work, try to keep up with the housework (the keyword being 'try' there, because I'm pretty sure the housework is stomping way ahead of me in that particular race), and doing my best to not let the Shingles Beast get the better of me.
Technically I recovered from shingles about six weeks ago, but in reality I'm still feeling the effects of it. To say it knocked me for six would be an understatement. I'm one of the lucky ones; the pain 'only' lasted about a month. I can honestly say that I've never had pain that bad, and that includes childbirth, because childbirth never reduced me to tears (well, it did on my daughter, but that wasn't because of the actual pain, more because I was stressed). The nerve pain that I had with shingles was excruciating. But while that was bad enough, it's the lingering tiredness that I can't quite shake off that is debilitating. I find that I can't do as much as I used to do without feeling exhausted.
None of us are getting any younger, and sure, I can't do what I could do ten years ago, but I find that I haven't got the stamina to do what I was doing ten weeks ago. It's really odd how something as simple as the chicken pox virus can really send you body out of whack.
Anyway, moving on...
I'm gutted I failed the April A-Z. To make it worse, I only failed by three days. I manged to limmerick my way from A-W, then I ran out of steam. So close! Arghh!! I'm pretty sure this embarrassing failure has compounded to my avoidance of my poor, wee blog. In fact, my Writing Mojo is not only blushing, but refusing to have anything to do with me.
And it's not only my Writing Mojo who is shunning me either. My Editing Mojo has a distinct look of disdain on his face, while my Manuscript Read Through Mojo keeps looking at me as if I'd just crawled out from under a particularly nasty rock. Honestly, I'm surpised I'm still alive after all the Daggers of Doom glares that have come my way.
But it's not all bad! No! Indeed, there's been some good stuff in the last two months! While I am mortally ashamed of myself for not finishing a read through of a friend's manuscript, I did recieve her debut book through the post last week (which, by the way, was one of the only original manuscripts that I have ever managed to fulfil my read through promise with, even if I was late with it *shifty*). My good friend The Watery Tart (aka Tami Hart, aka Hart Johnson, aka Alyse Carlson), was officially a published author earlier this month. Yay! *sends subliminal 'go buy it' thoughts to the world at large*
It's very cool to own a book that was written by a friend. *nods* I haven't read it yet (well I have, in it's original form, but not in this form), but I did open the book and have a *squee* moment when I discovered that not only is it cool to have a published author for a friend, but it's also cool to recognise other friends in the acknowledgments. *squees again*
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| My friend on my bookshelf. So to speak. |
I also discovered a new obsession in the last two months. I finally got around to reading some books by an author who was recommended to me ages ago. Now, I'm a Book Slut and will read almost anything, but every now and again a series will come along that really grabs at me. This doesn't happen very often - I can name the Harry Potter series, the Lord of the Rings series, and Salvatore's Dark Elf books as the only examples - but now I have another series to add to my elite list. Robin Hobbs books, specifically her books telling the story of FitzChivalry Farseer and his friends. Loved, loved, LOVED these books. Loved them so much, in fact, that my FanFic Mojo is currently emerging from exile, rubbing his hands together and seriously thinking of flexing his writing muscles.
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| Some new friends. |
In other news, my newest additions to the family (two bearded dragons going by the names of Pinky and Perky), have been busy beardies indeed. Pinky has so far laid 50 eggs in the last two months - 21 in the first clutch, 29 in the second), and judging by her frantic digging, and overall scatty behaviour of the last couple of days, there's a third clutch on the way. So far none of the eggs have been viable, but it's still cool to say that I have dragon eggs in my house (that'll be the geek in me).
Lastly, there has also been two birthdays in the Smith household this month. The Hubby was [undisclosed age due to self-preservation] on June 11th, while my eldest child turned sixteen yesterday. If ever there was a reason to feel old, it's when your children are closer to the age of twenty than you are.
Oh my giddie auntie indeed.
All images self-taken.
Sunday, 29 April 2012
W is for...
Winging it...
My approach to writing can be wrong
Tending to make up as I go along
But I cannot moan
As each to their own
And it works when my wits are long gone!
Thursday, 26 April 2012
V is for...
Verra Verra Sexy
Men wear trousers, women a skirt
But sometimes mixing it up won't hurt
There's no doubt a Scot
Is incredibly hot
When his kilt shows a butt that is pert.
Original image
Wednesday, 25 April 2012
U is for...
Ugly Duckling
No matter the size of your hips
Or if you have kissable lips
There's someone out there
Who'll make you a pair
And will share your super-sized chips!
Original image
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
T is for...
Tic Toc
In a departure from limericks for today only, I have for your viewing 'pleasure', a video of my ten year old daughter performing a dance routine that she choreographed herself for the song 'Tic Toc' by Kesha. If you can get through the video (it's under four minutes), you will hear yours truly saying my Taffy catchphrase. Originally, I was going to read an old Taff post for my 'T', but I couldn't figure out how to upload the recording from my phone, and I have no idea how to use the laptop's recording facility... *is technically inept*
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