Good Intentions Down the Drain

My recent blog about getting back to my online stuff had me really excited. I was truly looking forward to reconnecting. But, alas, fate had other ideas.

What has happened in the past week:

  • A death in the family
  • Hubby’s back went out
  • 12-year-old acting like he’s 2
  • And the bleeping phone company has been working on the bleeping lines which means no internet!!!

So let me just say AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, what I’ve been doing despite all of that:

  • Getting my new story plotted out (it’s almost ready to be written)
  • Since I’ve heard back from all of the submissions (rejections), I’ve been tweaking Impending Reveries and getting it ready for the next round of submissions
  • Catching up on my TBR pile
  • Visiting with family 🙂
  • Fighting with Hubby about doctor’s orders 😦
  • Trying to convince 12-year-old to act his age

So, if I’m unable to get back to you for a while, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. I’m still here. Gathering more gray hair by the minute.

What have you been doing?

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Published in: on July 6, 2010 at 8:58 AM  Comments (5)  
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The Adventures of … my son?

I recently gave my son The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. This book is a classic and I think that he’ll enjoy it, but I’m starting to get worried.

The language in the book is not what I’m worried about. He knows that there are some words in it that he is not allowed to say. We have discussed certain words and their meanings and he doesn’t understand why people would use a word to cause anyone pain. (For that matter, I don’t understand it either.)

What I am worried about is simple: will Tom be a bad influence on my son? I am VERY overprotective and that boy got into some MAJOR mischief. What if my son thinks it would be fun to experience some of the things that Tom did?

I know I’m being silly and I’m not going to stop him from reading it. Venting my worries here has made me feel a little better. And the closest river is a thirty minute drive, so at least I don’t have to worry about that part.

Did you have “friends” that influenced your childhood shenanigans? (They can be characters in a book or real life.)

Published in: on June 4, 2010 at 8:00 AM  Comments (2)  
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Edgar Allen Poe and Other Forms of Torture

In honor of my middle sister’s birthday, I’ve been reminiscing about all of the torture that she put me through. I was a sweet, innocent youngster (a holy terror) who looked up to my older sisters. The oldest has always had the

Me, Susan, and Wanda

kindest heart (when she wasn’t beating me with her flip-flop) and been a second mother to me. My middle sister was a different story altogether.

I annoyed the hell out of her followed her around lovingly and she responded with torture. If I moved while she was fixing my hair, she would slap my forehead with the hot curling iron. I was not deterred by her threats of violence, she was everything I wanted to be. She was beautiful, talented, and smart (still is).

As another way to get rid of her pesky little sister, she began reading stories that should have terrified me. Edgar Allen Poe was many times the author of choice.

It backfired, big time. Of course, I would get scared, but then I would crawl into her bed. I began to beg her to read my favorites and with a sigh of defeat, she relented. My imagination flourished under her “torture” and I began reading on my own and even started writing some dark short stories.

So, in short, thank you Wanda, for your torture. It made me the avid reader and author I am today. Oh yeah, and

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Who encouraged you to begin reading for fun?

Published in: on June 2, 2010 at 9:22 AM  Comments (2)  
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Lack of Sleep

My insomnia has multiple causes, but lately it seems to have gotten worse. The causes in no particular order are:

  • taking care of kiddo
  • hubby driving me nuts
  • writing
  • blogging
  • twitter
  • Facebook
  • reading
  • blog surfing
  • TV shows I’m addicted to
  • family (Mom, Sis, in-laws, nieces, etc.)

I’m sure there’s more but I’m too tired to think of them right now. I’ve been napping for about a week now. Not getting more than an hour or two of sleep at a time. My mind is screaming for a break.

I go to bed only to remember that I didn’t take care of something on my list. I try to forget it, but can’t.

I guess I shouldn’t complain. It could be worse. I could have nothing to do with my time but sleep. At this point, though, that sounds like paradise.

What keeps you awake at night?

Published in: on May 25, 2010 at 7:00 AM  Comments (3)  
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Last Week of School

This is the last summer of my son’s childhood. Next summer he will be *gasp* A TEENAGER!!!! (OMG, I’m scared!) So, I need to think of some cool things to do with him.

We could go to the beach. Due to the oil spill, that might not be as fun this year. Last year wasn’t that fun either, come to think of it. There were jellyfish everywhere. My son was running ahead of me, looking for shells, when he noticed something blue. I got to him just in time. He was about to touch the pretty blue jellyfish. I jerked him back, but as I explained what it was, a dog wandered up. Curiosity doesn’t only affect cats. The poor dog started yelping in pain, his owner started yelling for him, and my son starting sobbing.

Okay, so maybe no beach.

Board games, reading, and nature hikes sound pretty good, but will he agree? His temperament is more like a teenager’s every day. Heaven help me! Is there any way to skip the teenage years?

Sorry for the “Mommy mopes.” What are your plans for the summer? (And advice on teenager prevention will be appreciated)

Published in: on May 24, 2010 at 7:00 AM  Comments (7)  
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Is it a lie or an imagination?

My son has a sunburn.

Normally, this would cause mild pain, itching, and burning sensations. In my child, a sunburn is a paralyzing deformity. He’s an embellisher.

Of course, every time that he tells a lie, that little voice in my head (my mom) tells me that it’s payback. Growing up, I was a story-teller. Half of the things I would tell people were not complete truths.

Now that I’m a writer, I’m glad that I got all of that practice growing up. I can make a story believable because I learned to lie.

I don’t want to encourage my child to lie, but it’s healthy to have an imagination. I allow the small embellishments (Mom, I just saw a green elephant walk by.), but there is a line.

He flirts with this line often and I have to point it out again. I probably wouldn’t catch as many of his lies, but when he says them, it comes out more like a question. He’s asking my permission for his latest embellishment. (Mom, the cat just jumped off the roof?)

I know, I know, I shouldn’t encourage this type of behavior. But, hey, he might be a writer some day or…. a politician ~cringe~

Published in: on May 12, 2010 at 7:00 AM  Comments (1)  
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This is the opposite of helpful!

My wonderful hubby was trying to be helpful yesterday. He supports me in whatever I do but sometimes support turns into slave-driving.

As soon as he woke up, he looked over my shoulder at the computer. “How much have you written today?”

I self-consciously closed Tweetdeck, “I wrote my blog.”

He gave me that look. You know, the one that parents give children when asking if their homework is done. Hubby shouldn’t give me that look. I reminded myself that he was just trying to be supportive and opened my WIP.

A few hours later, it happened again. I was doing online research for a scene, but the look he gave me suggests he didn’t believe that.

It happened several more times throughout the day and really started to piss me off upset me. Finally, I put the WIP away so that I wouldn’t take out my frustrations on my hero.

As a writer, I do research. I talk to other writers for encouragement (this includes Twitter). I stare off into space as I watch the scene in my mind before writing it. This IS my job. I AM working.

I know that my hubby was just trying to be his supportive, helpful self, but when I feel stressed, the creative juices slow. No one can stress me out more than the love of my life! I love you but stop being so darned “helpful!”

Published in: on May 11, 2010 at 7:00 AM  Comments (4)  
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In Memory of Sunny

Yesterday morning my fur-baby Sunny passed away. To make matters worse, it happened on my 12 year-old son’s bed while he was getting ready for school.

My baby (I know he’s not a baby, but he’s MY baby) tried to put on a brave front, but his voice kept cracking and he had tears in his eyes. As he collected his things for school, he took a deep breath and said, “I want to make a cat room in my house in memory of Sunny.” The house that he’s talking about is a school project that he is doing with another boy for math class. He knows that it could cause him to be the object of scorn but his tender heart wants to do something to honor the memory of his friend, Sunny.

I don’t know if the other child will agree to this or not, but I am so proud of him for not hiding his feelings. Too many boys don’t have the courage to show any emotion. If he can love a cat this much, I can just imagine how lucky the girl he gives his heart to will be!

Published in: on May 4, 2010 at 7:00 AM  Comments (5)  
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Meet My Hubby’s Girlfriend

When my hubby and I were dating, he invited me to his house for dinner and to meet his kids. Imagine my surprise when he told me that he also wanted to introduce me to his “girlfriend!”

He led me to a corner of the room and pointed to this:

She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Look at those curves!

Seriously, though, he would protect this thing with his life. We live in lower Alabama (L.A.) and have frequent visits from hurricanes. The first thing he does when bad weather approaches is put this beauty between two mattresses. He then wraps the mattresses in a tarp so that if the roof blows off, it will still be protected.

Only after the clock is taken care of do we start making plans for our safety. I truly love my hubby, but at times like that I’d love to knock him upside the head!

Does your significant other have quirks you’d love to beat out of them?

Published in: on May 3, 2010 at 7:00 AM  Comments (12)  
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Spring Break: Scream or Pull My Hair Out?

My son has spring break this week. Yay?!? Don’t get me wrong, I love my child but….. I have had three major ideas come to me. Writing with a HYPER 12-year-old hanging on the back of your chair is not possible.

This is how my days have gone: I get up. Yay, no one is awake, that means I can get some writing done. I check my email first, respond to anything important. Pull up tweetdeck and check out everything I missed while I slept. Then open my WIP. As I skim the last paragraph that I wrote, I hear the squeak of a door. Crap! My hubby’s up. Okay, listen to him rant about politics, economy, whatever the issue of the day is, and try not to roll my eyes. Finally, he pauses and I turn back to the computer.

What comes next? He doesn’t talk to me, but he continues muttering about the issues. I roll my eyes, put my headphones on, and get back to work. NOTE: Do not wear headphones when you have a HYPER 12-year-old. He will jump on the back of your chair and scare the life out of you.

Okay, so now hubby and son are annoying me talking to me. I listen to them while my muse SCREAMS the next scene at me. NOTE: My muse is not the patient sort. She angers very easily. I do not want to face her wrath. I try to write while I listen to my hubby and son, and find myself typing what they are saying. (If you read my story and find my hero and heroine arguing about what kind of pickle is better, I apologize.)

Finally, my son goes to his room to play video games and hubs gets interested in the A-Team (nerd). I am engrossed in the current scene. Suddenly, my chair tips backward as my son asks what a word means. He had snuck up behind me and was reading over my shoulder. Not a good thing, seeing how the hero and heroine were in the throngs of passion. I scream at my son (I’m a bad mommy) which causes my hubby to fuss at my son about bothering me. Son runs to his room and slams the door.

Distractions abound and now I’m also being a bad mommy. I think I’ll take a break and watch a movie with the little turd to make it up to him. Can mommy have a vacation after he goes back to school?

Published in: on April 15, 2010 at 6:40 AM  Comments (6)  
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