Writing While Sleep-Deprived (Boo Insomnia!)

Traveling, traveling, I'm traveling
Traveling, traveling, leaving logic and reason
Traveling, traveling, I'm gonna relax
Traveling, traveling, in the arms of unconsciousness

-from the song "Bedtime Story" by Madonna

Yeah it's me.

Go ahead and say it. You missed me.

All right. If you insist. Let's hug it out.

{{{{{{{{{{HUG!!!}}}}}}}}}}

There. Feel better? I know. We both do.

Now... onto update type stuff. (Just to get it out of the way, okay?)

• Real Life I (just) Made Up is at part fifteen with Trying to Follow Orders
• Penelope is at part thirteen with Sister, Sister
• Lost and Found is at part fifteen

I still have the following story blogs/blogs to work on for July:

• The Curly Muse
• Stoically Challenged
• Everything At Least Once

So I'm kind of curious where "Real Life..." is going to go as time goes on.  "Penelope" is just getting odder and odder as is "Lost and Found" - both of which I need to go back and reread to refresh my noggin for future updates, but the latest Kai update has me pleased.

As far as the updates I have yet to do, I thought I would have tasted something during my San Diego trip that I could write about for "Everything...". Fact is, I did... but I didn't take notes or have anything to go on aside from lack of sleep and an aching lower half.  (I'm fine now, by the way, in case you were wondering.)

For "Curly...", it could be anything. A poem or some random short bit that I wrote for the frak of it.

"Stoically..." is going to bite me in the ass since I have four homework assignments left (and I'm still stuck on EPIC).

Yeah, so there's that.

Also I have two articles to write: one about San Diego/NERDHQ and one is more a review for The Dark Knight Rises.

At the moment, I have roughly six pages of stuff for NERDHQ, but I think I'm going about it the wrong way. I originally had NO IDEA how to go about anything, but then Lon L said to just write about my experience so I split my trip into days and essentially started writing my itinerary (you know, in my own way). I made bullet points for each day, and I'm about halfway done, but already being at six pages makes me think I need to condense else this sucker is going to be close to twenty, and I think that's too much for a website.

I was never good at "summary"... which is why I would SUCK at being a blurb writer for the sleeves and backs of books.

I've pretty much dictated my notes on the movie The Dark Knight Rises (which I liked), but I haven't gotten to that yet since I want to complete the NERDHQ article first since it was given to me first, and since I have my notes for the movie review dictated, I think that will write faster once I get around to it.

I'm over-thinking it. Yeah, I know I am. The other day, I was working on it, and I felt like screaming and destroying... something.  When I'm free writing, I'm cool.  Just writing whatever comes off the top of my head. When I'm writing for a specific purpose (other than for my own enjoyment)... and getting paid for it... dude, I'm all kinds of nerves.

Maybe I should smoke a bong or something or take a muscle relaxer to chill the frak out and then write something, but as it is lately I'm either too tired or too tense.

How the hell does one fix that?

Well, seeing as I haven't been to bed yet (oh look, it's already past 8:30am), I should hit the hay, but I just wanted to write something since I...

1. ... hadn't written in a while.
2. ... had actually written something to post about.

So without further ado, I'm going to end this post, sign off, and dive head first into Sleepytown.

Later my lovelies.

Have Goodness!
Rae

Back From San Diego!!!

All I Do is win win win no matter what
got money on mind i can never get enough
and everytime I step up in the building
everybody hands go up
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..

-from the song "All I Do Is Win" (feat. Ludacris, Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross & T-Pain)

So first off, I want to warn y'all that I've been drinking.

A friend of mine (Diana M) had a "Happy 103 days until Halloween" party at her place.  It wasn't mandatory that everyone dress (though there were some stunning costumes), and all in all it was a fantastic evening.  There were some errands that needed to be run, but as the party started and rolled on, it was fun with movies in the background (we started off with Frailty that quickly changed to Friday the 13th) with brief pauses for Halloween-themed games of trivia, charades and 20 questions.

And did I mention there was booze?  Jess F accidentally took a sip of my drink (which was essentially a rum and Coke) and made a face admitting to her mistake saying my cup tasted something like turpentine or something to that effect.  I thought it tasted fine, and it was only my second drink, but oh... whatever.

So currently I'm working on uploading pics and plotting out my post-article about NERDHQ for Lon L. Need to work out some kinks, but I think if I keep it cool, I will be able to finish within a day or so. I also need to find a bigger computer to edit the pics I loaded to Facebook since they're all out of order.  (My OCD is not pleased.)

In any case, this is a post to let y'all know that I'm back from San Diego.  My body is mostly healed (there was a lot of walking and standing and wishing for better shoes), and I'm also missing my fellow NERDS.  *sigh*

I haven't done any new writing (though I've been thinking about it), but I seem to have caught the CON-CRUD that others were getting during SDCC/NERDHQ.  I just seemed to have caught it in some sort of post-poned manner.  I had a couple appointments on Monday and one early morning one on Tuesday, but after that, I started feeling really tired and congested so I pretty much holed up in my room for the past couple days only leaving to use the little girls room and possibly fetch a little something to nosh on.

I'm feeling better now (hence the friendly outing and booze consumption).  Tomorrow will be more of the same due to it being Lon's birthday (which I'm going to try and make).

And who knows?  Maybe I'll even have his article ready for him.

Anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know I was back since I was thinking of all y'all and hopefully I'll be back to writing soon.  (After I get some miracles to work in my favor.)

Until then... LOVE, HUGS AND BLESSINGS ALL AROUND!!!

Later my lovelies.

Have Goodness!
Rae

I'm Going To San Diego Tomorrow!

Lift Your Head Up High
And Scream Out To The World
I Know I Am Someone
And Let The Truth Unfurl
No One Can Hurt You Now
Because You Know What's True
Yes, I Believe In Me
So You Believe In You

-from the song "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'" by Michael Jackson

So it's currently 5:55am (MAKE A WISH!... since that seems to be the thing to do when the clock's numbers are all the same or somewhat repetitive), and I'm still awake.  I just finished a story blog update for Kearie, and I figure I might sneak in a couple hours of a nap before running errands and taking care of crap for the day before SAN DIEGO!!!

First, another update on my progress.

Since last we spoke...

• Sanya is at part sixteen
• Enyo is at part seventeen
• Tales of the Unemployed and Unloved (aka Arwyn) is at part eleven
• Kearie is at part thirteen

At this rate, I have six story blog updates to go.

My main writing priority, however, is writing a pre-article for my friend Lon L before I head out Wednesday morning for San Diego... and I'm semi-wigging out about it.

Writing for me is one thing (and I can be super critical about my own stuff), but when writing for someone else - even if it's a silly story present kind of thing - I get even worse about it.  I want it to be good... great... SPECTACULAR!!!

And yeah, I know you're your own worst critic, but HOLY CRAP!

And when chatting with him online, he said he only wanted a page or so.  I can do a page.  Yeah.  Totally.  I can SO do that.  *rips out hair*

I've just been stressing a lot and as we all know, stress makes it difficult to function.  But apparently now it's flowing over into my dreams.  I want to be having awesome dreams with cute guys like Zachary Levi or Colin Ferguson, and what do I get?  Frakked up dreams.

Like the other night I had this dream where a total of four of us were hanging out: me, Hugh Jackman, his wife Deb, and a fourth guy I can't quite remember.  We were in some metropolitan city at night walking around, checking out clubs and restaurants and pubs and having a great ol' time, but then we stopped by this place for me to chat with some medical person about helping me sleep.  The lady behind the counter (white lab coat, glasses, kind of cold demeanor) nodded like she understood and proceeded to prep me for a room... complete with straight-jacket and padded walls.  I backed away when she reached for me and said something like, "Whoa, I was just expecting to pick up some literature or a number I could call.  I'm not committing myself."  I remember Hugh and Deb being supportive of me and trying to get them to leave me alone (I have no idea what Fourth Guy was doing), but then orderlies showed and literally tried to grab me and pull me through the door, and I ran.  I made it to the elevators where Hugh and Deb caught up with me, and I was frantic in a HOLY HELL WTF kind of way, and then Fourth Guy came by, and I told him I left my phone on the chair and asked if he could go back and get it for me.

A night or two ago, I had a series of dreams that slowly came back to me after I woke up... the most prominent memory was me living in a giant house out in the country somewhere where no one looked like me (Asian Redneck with fantastically curly monster hair) and apparently these people were my family... my BLOOD family.  They weren't like one strap bucked overalls, piece of straw sticking out of their mouths, missing teeth, walking around barefoot, YEEHAW! stereotypes, but it was a large family, and the mother of the house was not too keen on me and wanted to know some truths that her husband wouldn't tell her about the baby.  If he didn't open up, she was going to leave.  During the confrontation, he faked a heart attack which she knew was fake, and I had some questions, too, so I went to his collapsed supposed unconscious form, and yelled in his face to tell the truth or else.  He got up and started talking/confessing.  I don't remember much after that, but I do remember some Celtic music playing (Leahy, I think), and I started to cry, and when they all looked at me and asked what was wrong, I said something like, "I'm sorry.  It's just that no one in my family," and I was referring to my actual family in real life, "likes this music."  I continued to bawl and added, "Well, except my brother."

It wasn't until later that I remembered the other dream I had about going to a party (with people I know in real life), and a person who dumped me as a friend (we'll call this person Optimus Prime) because they were having problems with someone who didn't like me (we'll call this person Megatron) for some unfounded reason.  I was at a party with them and some other people... it felt more like hanging out a pub and everyone was talking, and Optimus was carrying on with all of us and Megatron kept giving me evil looks.  Then later outside when everyone was getting ready to go their separate ways, Optimus came up to me apologizes saying they'd never done anything like that before, and they were SO sorry, blah blah blah.  Then Optimus bolted as soon as Megatron came out.

So yeah... thanks a lot brain, subconscious, whatever!

I told Jess F about the "committed" dream, and she blamed it on the stress... something about "feeling like I'm losing control", I think.  Ugh.

I'm totally hoping (no... I KNOW! - positive thinking, right?) that everything will be awesome jim-dandy peachy keen fantasmo splenderiffic to the amazinglicious degree.

In the meantime, I think I'm going to post this now and quite possibly die/pass out/faint/go into a coma... because it is now 7:06am (I was also watching the latest episode of BUNHEADS on Hulu while I was writing) and head off for a nap... or not.

Errands.  Dye job.  Pre-article.  *collapse*

Don't mind the babble ramble, and talk to you all when I get back (which will most likely be Sunday... and I was doing so good with more current blog updates... oh well).

Later my lovelies.

Have Goodness!
Rae

PS... I changed up the tabs that link to my story blogs (aka kids).  When working on stories, I usually call them by the main character's name, and since my leads are usually girls/women, I changed the tabs to correspond to each of the ladies' stories.  I wanted to see what it looked like so please let me know what you think and how it looks, etc.  I work off a minibook so I have no idea if it looks totally different on other computers.  (Thanks.) ^_^

Check Me Out! I'm a Blog Post!

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
'Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me, yeah

-from the song "Shake It Out" by Florence and the Machine

I just finished a story that made my brain soft and squishy like spreadable cheese... just not as tasty.  So I felt like doing a post right afterward.  Aren't I special?

So as far as writing goes, I've already updated a few story blogs (as I will share with you... NOW!)

• Nedea is at part fifteen
• The Strange Adventures of Princess Blue is at part twenty-six
• Della is at part nine
• a boy, a girl, and a line... is updated with the story Into the Black

That makes four out of (counts on fingers) fourteen updates done.  Ten more to go!

"Into the Black" killed my head.  I had this idea, but my brain went somewhere else with it.  I knew how I wanted the line of dialogue to be delivered but then something in my noggin said FUCK YOU!, and it was done. 

By no means am I a space kind of writer.  I love Star Trek and Star Wars and Battlestar Galactica and all that, but I'm not an author of those things.  I'm in no way John Ringo, David Weber, Eric Flint... oh you get my meaning.  I blow at those kinds of things.  Characters I can write, but those settings and details?  Yeah.  I'm pure crap.  I bullshitted my way around the story, and for that I apologize to anyone who reads as well as to Jillian S who gave me the prompt in the first place.  I really should have done better by your guidance.

Random comment: I need a happier profile pic.  Don't you think?

Moving on...

My mind is filled with utter randomness.  As far as my writing goes?  Here's a taste of current events.

Things I'm currently thinking of regarding my various stories (aka kids).

• Lost and Found: I need to do something with Jarvis.  I wrote him up somewhere and then... what?  Also, I need to edit some parts that don't agree with each other.  I wrote something in the beginning and then I made it different later on.  Actually, I think it was more than just one thing.  (Ugh!!!)
• Nedea: I need to bring The Suits back.  I keep thinking I need to do more with them.  And that lady.  Need more with her.  And I don't even think I gave Nedea a hair color or physical description.  And what's a pretty name for the new lady I introduced?
• Kearie: Damn that secret room.  I come up with stuff, and now I need to justify its existence.  Frak ME!  Also need to incorporate more Wonderland-type folk.  I think Mother needs a name, too. 
• Real Life I (just) Made Up: I really need to change the title or something.  It started off as an exercise, but life always gets in the way with me, and so it fell to the wayside.  (guilt + life = abandoned ideas)  Yes, that is a definite thing to do, but I'll get around to that... sometime.  Right now, I need to figure out where to go from where I'm at.
• The Strange Adventures of Princess Blue: Gotta break her out of prison, but how?  Also need to do more with the King.
• Enyo: What is wrong with you?
• Della: Need to introduce the bad guy... sometime.
• The Curly Muse: Not just on this blog, but in general... I need to write more poetry, but I feel I write best when I'm depressed, and right now, I'm stressed.  There is a difference.
• a boy, a girl, and a line...: What the FRAK am I going to do for John S's prompt?  Also a little eager to start working on some of the new prompts my friends gave me.
• Tales of the Unemployed and Unloved: How long before I make Arwyn happy? And should I do something to Clark? And I need a name for cute guy in the blue shirt.
• Results of the Writers' Wheels-o-Wonder: I really need to get my head in the game and my writer mojo flowing. That story blog needs massive updates... and pronto!
• Stoically Challenged: Almost done with all the challenges.  I think I have four left.  What's up with that?  (poke-poke Alithea S poke-poke)
• Sanya: I have a vague idea about where this is going though I'm sure it'll require me writing fight scenes... and we all know how secure I feel about writing those kinds of scenes.
• Everything At Least Once: Maybe I'll come across something while in San Diego... or on the road to and/or from there?  As of yet, I have nothing.  I also want to do more than just food.
• Penelope: I need to outline the house more as well as create some more bad guys.  I miss the days where Penelope exploded and took out that chic.  Remember that?  Yeah. Good times.
• Jenny S/Chris M story: Yeah, I haven't forgotten about you. I just need to find a way to get my creepy back.  I know I should just not think about it and have it seep back in naturally... let the force flow through me (so to speak), but the fact that I'm having trouble being creepy is really bumming me out.

Looking through my notes, my OCD is not happy so I definitely need to do something about that.

I'm feeling rather spastic when it comes to San Diego. 

FIVE MORE DAYS!!!

I'm also nervous since I'm doing some recon/writing-work for my friend Lon L.  I don't want to let him down.  He wants me to write a little somethin'-somethin' before I leave, like a prequel to my trip.  He said he'd email the specs this weekend.  We'll see how this goes. 

I'm also a little nervous about riding with my friend Geoff T.  Usually I'm part of a partnered car ride, but it's just going to be us for (counts on fingers) roughly six hours.  Then we pick up Jim G in LA and BOOM! - onwards to San Diego.  I dunno.  Maybe I'm making something out of nothing.  I hope so.  I just want to be a good traveling companion.  I hope I don't annoy him or anything.  We trekked back from San Diego last year, and I was too groggy to stay awake for him or drive for too long.  (I blame the trolleys and the walking back to our hotel room which took... how many hours?  My body still hates that night for all eternity, and all I got to show for it was awesome calves and a walk that made me look like a geriatric penguin on slow-mo.)  He's an introvert, and I'm (even though I thoroughly agree with Kathy W about omniverts, in this scenario, I'm essentially) an extrovert.  I hate uncomfortable silences.  I tend to pass out easily on car trips.  FRAK!!!  I just need to shut the hell up and catch up on my audiobooks.

I'm trying not personal stress like home and family and other stuff.  I'm hopeful that when I get back from San Diego, awesome things will find me (like perhaps my updates car tags for one?).

I'm tired of being grumpy and agitated and worried all the time.  I miss being happier.  I want shitty things to stop happening to me and those that I love.  I want to not want to beat the crap out of people who I know are being annoying even though I think they really need a good ass-whuppin'.  I want to be happy for people instead of jealous.  I want to go to the movies.  I want to laugh more and not feel guilty about it.  I want a little more freedom than I seem to have right now.

Hello, Universe?  Ya hearin' any of this?  Hello!!!  (knock knock)

I want to be me again... the me I haven't felt like in a long time.  (Is that so much to ask?)

I sadly won't be able to afford any of the Conversations for a Cause at NERDHQ.  I mean, it's sad enough that I never got to see the CHUCK panel at SDCC, but to miss the NERDHQ conversation?  That kind of blows.  But hey... the vids will be up online... eventually.  Happy day!  And maybe I'll work some of the conversations during my volunteer shifts.  That'd be kind of cool.

What would be REALLY cool is if I could get up and sing in front of people at karaoke Wednesday night after orientation.  That could happen, right?  I mean, I'm no Britt F (she's gonna get so tired of me praising her voice as well as reminding everyone how jealous I am of her talent, but dammit... I don't care right now... okay, yeah I do), but I'm decent... I think... when I'm alone in the car with the windows all rolled up.

Random thought: If I had a Star Trek replicator in my room, oh the cocktails I would drink...

All right.  I think by this point, I am just rambling. 

Pretty much what you can get from this post is that I want to write, I want my life to be better, I want to be happy.

A little more confidence, a job, and financial security wouldn't hurt either but that goes without saying.  *wink*

Later my lovelies.

Have Goodness!
Rae

Wishing On A Full Moon...

Now, I know what you're gonna say, but stick with me. My story gets better.

-Eddie Izzard from "Dressed to Kill"

First off, to get them right out of the way, the final June updates of the update variety...

• Kearie is at part twelve with Mothers, Brothers and Stories to Tell
• Enyo is at part sixteen
• The Curly Muse was updated with a poem called Bad Haiku for Life

The original plan was to finish the final three June updates on Saturday (June 30th), but fatigue and sinus headaches kicked my ass so I didn't do them until the second of July.

But now we are in for July updates.  Woo hoo!  Can you feel the excitement?  It's just brimming with anxiety.

Before new submissions were given for "a boy, a girl, and a line..."  (thank you for those, my darlings), there were two original prompts left.  The second to last was from Jillian S and the last was from John S.
I originally thought Jillian's was going to be for June and John's was going to be for July, but guess what?  That's not the case.  Per my notes, I had already done one for June, but by then was already working on a story for Jillian's prompt.  So then I figured I'd make her story the June update for The Curly Muse, but then I opted for a poem instead (thank you Sutton Foster for your tweeted haikus which are much better than the poem you inspired... and for that, I apologize). 

Almost done with Jillian's story.  I had an idea for an ending, and I still need to work on the beginning, but it's mostly done.  Maybe I'll work on John's and then I'll have both stories and one could be the July update for that story blog and the other one could be for The Curly Muse.

Ahhh, the decisions I have to make.

I'm a little preoccupied at the moment due to the fact I have a crap ton of stuff to do before heading to San Diego next Wednesday.  Sadly I will not be attending San Diego Comic-Con.  Instead I can be found in the Gaslamp Quarter across the street volunteering at the awesometastic NERDHQ.  It took a lot of wrangling to get me there (and to all of those that helped in that venture, I thank you from the depths of my most depthiest depthness... truly, you have no idea what it means).

As plans stand right now, I will be leaving Wednesday morning and coming home sometime Sunday (unless some miracle lets me stay until Monday, but that seems doubtful).

I just don't want to miss out on anything.

Things I'll be doing while in San Diego...

• seeing friends from last year's NERDHQ as well as Twitter
• volunteering
• walking (and hopefully losing some weight though my calves most likely will look tremendously fit and fantastic)
• taking pics and notes for a couple articles I'm writing for a friend
• karaoke... maybe (Britt F's gonna make me cry she's so good.  Q: In karaoke - Is it better to go on before or after an awesome voice?
• a zombie party (I got kidnapped by Jenn E. She's making me up and there's an open bar!)
• staying hydrated (that's a given though I always seem to need to remind myself in the summertime)
• whatever else I can get my dirty little hands into...

Things I need to do before heading to San Diego...

• pray
• "fix" my phone
• go through my SD cards to give me maximum storage space for all the pics I need to take
• pray some more
• get me some Rockstar for the rode
• laundry
• pack
• pray just a tad more
• find out where I'm staying and how to get there
• drop some things off at the library (some of my books are due before I leave or during the time that I'll be gone)
• decide which sneakers to bring
• get a small travel wallet
• take care of my storage unit
• clear out my Hulu account (been watching shows that expire either before or during NERDHQ)
• do a skosh more praying
• snacks for the road
• survive until I leave?
• did I mention pray? 
• and... whatever else I need to do (but I'm sure I'm going to forget something)

I should really get to sleep, but I'm not all that tired.

Dogs will do that to you.

I've been taking care of this couples' dogs.  They have two.  They and their new baby and the lady of the couple's sister needed someone to watch their dogs... so since I was available, the offer got passed down from friend to friend to me.  I started the evening of June 30th and have been visiting them twice a day.  They're all so cute, and I was enjoying the silence away from my house and the four tiny dogs there.  I had brought my writing stuff and thought I could get some writing done there, but alas... no such luck.  Also, Monday morning I come in and all three dogs are oh-so-happy to see me.  They greet me at the door, and close the door, drop my stuff in a chair and then head to the sliding glass door to let them outside.  On the way, I see little splatters of... something... on the couch and chair (both are a creme white, leather-ish).  I let them out so I can investigate.

Yep.  It's blood.

I quickly clean up the blood (which in all honesty wasn't much) before letting the dogs back in.  Immediately I find the wounded one since he likes to jump up on me and play.  I noticed him right off the bat since his white fur was a little darker on the top of his head than it usually is.  I sat down on the ground and he came up to me, and I assessed the damage.  Looks like him and the other boy dog (both of which are white poodle mixes of some kind) love to play rough, and I saw that the wounded doggy's right ear had been scratched/bit/etc.  Whenever I tried to clean him up, he wasn't having it.  I got the top of his head decent enough, but in a small panic, I looked around for a phone to contact the "mom", but she didn't leave her number or vet info.  (I remember her mentioning what city it was in, but that was it.)  Since my phone's not working, I fed and watered the dogs before going in search of a payphone but ended up back at my house to a working phone and the internet (I didn't have the house password for their internet, and they didn't have a landline.)  I called and left a couple messages.  No answer.  I left an email.

I called a friend who'd dealt with pets before, but she didn't answer, so I saw Jess F was online and asked if she could help me clean up the dog.  She met me at the house and was my calm zen (love her for that).  I wasn't freaking out, but the fact that I couldn't reach the dog's owner drove me nuts because even though I didn't think it was vet-worthy, but the pooch was on meds (a pill twice a day) because he was at the vet due to eating an entire pack of gum.  I wanted to let her know what happened and see if she wanted me to take him to the vet.  In the end, we decided that I'd update them when I came back that night, and if everything seemed okay, then no vet trip was needed.

Turned out he was fine.  He still didn't want anyone messing with his ear, but he went back to normal really quick.  I usually show up, let them out in the yard, feed them, refresh their water, and just relax.  Sometimes they come up to me and want me to play with them but most of the time they seem to just want someone around.  I take my notebook, pen and bottle of water and chill while they lick my feet or sit next to me or play in the backyard.

It's so nice there... quiet... but I can't seem to write there.  My first full day there, I ended up passing out on the couch for a quick nap.  The day of the bloody ear I had barely slept maybe an hour before heading there.  The plan was to go there, do what I do, and then head home, but then I had the frantic ear-drama so after Jess F left, I tried to work on some writing, but my body/brain was shot so I took a nap before heading to see Leah G for shows and socializing.  Jim G came home, and I had to scoot to deal with the doggies for the evening feeding... and then came back.  After Newsroom and Eureka, I got home sometime after 10pm.  I opened the minibook, looked at the blank page and blinking cursor and shut everything down before melting into my mattress and dying for the night.

The worst EVER is when I want to write, and my body is just too weak to do anything about it.

*shakes fist at the heavens... that is... if I can lift it*

Tomorrow is the Fourth of July... and the last day of doggy daycare.  My landlady is having people over which leaves me to not want to be here.  I myself have been invited to several things which is interesting since transportation for me is limited.  I might swing by somewhere later after I've visited with the doggies for a final time.  That won't be until late so we'll see.

In other news... some writing news... I wish I could print out my story for Jenny S and Chris M so I can go over it in all its glory as opposed to scrolling about on the minibook.  Then I can go back and make the corrections.  The creepy corrections.  LOL!

Dear Creepy Part of Me: Where are you?  I need help with my story.  Let's do lunch soon.  Sincerely, ME

Strangely enough, I have plums dancing around in the back of my mind.  Last time I went to my friends' house, I went out with Kathy W to the backyard.  She said she was getting rid of the bad plums so I thought she was just going to the trash/compost bin, but no... I followed her out back to the vast plum orgy happening in the trees of their backyard.  She was plucking all the bad, possibly infested ones, and picking ripe, ready to eat ones that she could reach.

Since they have an over-abundance of plums, they're looking for recipe ideas.  The only things I could think of were preserves, drying them, baking... anyone have any other ideas?  I want to think of something yummy and original, but nothing's coming to mind.

And now we're back to creepy with a side order of WTF am I going to do for July?

I will be very amazed if I get any writing done before San Diego.  As it is, I'm hoping I'll find some work when I get back home.  I just refused to give up San Diego.  Of all the things I've had to give up due to my current state of unemploy as well as pocketbook grumpiness, I decided to be bitchy and keep one thing for myself.  Is that so wrong?

Several fortunes I've had read or read for myself said that the second half of this year was going to be fantastic.  Let's hope there's some truth to those fortunes.

So hopefully I'll get something before the end of the month.  Oh how I long to contribute to the gross national product again and be secure again.  Frakkin economy... take pity on me, would ya?

All right.  I think it's time to sign off on this post.  As it is, my brain has been playing around with ideas for a new story, an old idea, and a Leverage fanfic... none of that is helping me and my current writer woes and projects.

Calgon... take me the FRAK away!!!

Gonna enjoy the gorgeous full moon while it lasts.  Maybe it'll give me "sweet" dreams.

Later my lovelies.

Have Goodness!
Rae