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Depression

I never thought I'd blog about this, but wow am I depressed.

I can't believe my back is wrecked AGAIN. Just....can't....believe....it. The only good thing about that is that it increases my writing time because I can't DO anything.

I shouldn't be depressed about my writing. Edits for Asphodel--although frighteningly comprehensive--are going well and The Stone Table is getting rave reviews but still...I don't feel like I'm producing anything worthwhile. I want to get back to working on NEW stuff.

Despite all my blatherings about how discipline can overcome the power of the Muse, I have to admit that the Muse is kicking me around the head and affecting my discipline. My story idea file is getting bigger and bigger while my pile of rewrites and edits grows twice as quickly.

ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!

I don't even want to get into what I'm going through with the family. Let's just say that I'm having to teenager proof my home. Although I would love to h…

A Red Letter Day

What an eventful week!

First I hurt my back again. Went to the doctor yesterday and discovered that the fall has herniated two more discs. TWO???? Are you kidding me?????

All I can say is ouch.

Second, this morning I got a headsup from a friend of mine that something "good" was happening at Love Romances E Cafe. Heading over there to check it out....okay, to be nosy....I discovered that I had been nominated for several of their "Best Of" awards for 2006! Oh ...my....freaking.....god.

So, I was nominated for Best Paranormal book of 2006 with Goddess' Revenge and Best New Author of 2006. WOW! The GR cover was nominated for best art as well. Talk about stoked. I nearly peed myself.

So I pick up my laptop to start the celebratory shameless plugs for votes and all of a sudden, the power cord slaps against my knee. Confused, I stared at the exposed wires for a full two minutes before I realized what had happened. One glance at the guilty looking dog who sat star…

Back in the saddle again!

Well, well, well. Isn't it interesting how life goes full circle?

You guessed it. I messed up my back again. #%(*#&%)(# freaking (#*R&(* gosharn stinking ice! I am currently completely immobilized. Great fun. This has increased my irritability factor by heaps and bounds.

It has also given me more time to play.

I made a new, shorter promo for Asphodel. Unfortunately, it's too big to post here. :( YOu can see it here.

I'll probably end up using this one more. No music and a continuous loop. It's kind of entertaining...in an ad nauseum sort of way.

And I finished my website. And I updated and basically redid my Myspace. Then I went to delete our old myspace writing group THe Coven and The Toys and lo and behold! We have 17 new members.

Oops. Probably should have checked that at some point in the last year. Oh well.

Oh, and I reached a resolution today. I'm tired of keeping the peace. It goes against the grain and my personality. From now on, I'm g…

The First Asphodel Promo

Right click for the pull down menu to start after it's finished loading.

Making Flash movies has never been this easy!

Sometimes people make me want to spew

Okay, to start off with everyone knows I am NOT a dog person. I don't like things that make loud noises, drool on my furniture, and require me to exercise frequently.

That being said....

Last night I was working at the bar. A bar regular from up the street walks in with a dog. Not just any dog. This dog appears to be a pit bull/dalmatian mix (what idiot allowed THAT to happen?) and a puppy on top of that--maybe a couple of months old. Apparently, the puppy was running up and down the street in the MIDDLE of the street for an hour.

As best we can figure, someone dropped the puppy off at the Fairgrounds across the street. He obviously is NOT an outdoor dog. He's solid white and extremely clean, and completely clueless as to the fear factor assigned to things like cars and trucks. So my friend brings him to the bar in the hopes that he can find the owner. He can't take the dog in himself and it's below zero outside.

Yep, you guessed it. I called home and had them …

Please. Someone Shoot Me.

ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!

Dadburn, stinking, unreliable %(#*%&#)_(*%^ Ohio utilities companies. Somehow today, in the aftermath of the ice storm, not only did I lose my almost completed Shequanti book three BUT my flash drive fried.

It FRIED!

WAAAAAAA! Oh my freaking god, are you kidding me? I'm on DEADLINE and I lose the whole freaking book? What in the hell is going on around here? Have the gremlins invaded my study? Is God ranged against me? Should I go to confession and take communion? That would be an interesting afternoon.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been fourteen years since my last confession."

Yeah, that'll go over well. So will my profession, my divorce and remarriage, my views on abortion and women's rights, and my disdain for the Catholic society that drove my mother to fanaticism.

To continue with the confession...

"I don't know exactly why God is pissed at me, but I'm sure it has nothing to do with the erotic…

My Valentine's Day Memories

So we don't do cards in my house. I have never seen the need to enhance Hallmark's financial status with inadequate poetry and tritisms scrawled on animated card stock. Instead, we make cards for each other.

Don't misunderstand me. These cards aren't pretty. They're usually done on torn-off squares of legal pads or printer paper and drawn with ink pen. Usually they have stick figures on them. And usually they are irreverently funny.

Yep. We make fun of each other. For example, this year my Valentine has a stick figure of a teenager at a computer in the bottom right hand corner on every page with the caption *click click clickety click whatever click*. She was not amused. I laughed until I cried.

It's been a good way to keep track of events that happen around here every day. Numerous little contretemps have been immortalized in our cards---fights with random co-workers years ago that now mean nothing, cats and kittens with habits, milestones, fights, mak…

Anticipation

Mwahahahaha!

At last, my moment of glory has arrived! Today a winter storm begins that promises to drop between 6 and 10 inches of snow on Ohio! That means....

THE RETURN OF THE ANATOMICALLY CORRECT SNOWMEN!

Tee hee.

Last year, I started the anatomically correct snowmen to annoy the very condescending Pentecostal minister across the street. Since then, I've moved.

But guess what?

*snicker*

I'm four houses down from a BAPTIST CHURCH!

Oh the joy! Oh the rapture! Now I get to offend more than just a mere family! I get to piss off an entire CONGEGRATION! The only thing that could POSSIBLY be more fun to me would be if Hillary Clinton lost her voice--permanent laryngitis would be cause for celebration.

All of my tools are ready to go, including red food coloring to enhance that oh-so-cute human flesh tone. Although the rest of the family is clamoring for a gigantic bird in the front yard (not the animal but the gesture) I'm still holding out for very cold nudity.

And the greates…

How To Find Inspiration

After all of my pontificating as of late about the fine art of writing (yes, pontificating is my word du jour) I find myself in the unenviable situation of desperately seeking inspiration. I've been sick the past few days with a nasty cold (thanks a lot you stupid groundhog) and haven't even opened up my laptop since the weekend.

Until today.

At which point, I found myself staring blankly at a half-finished chapter thinking, "Now, how in the hell am I going to finish THIS?"

Apparently the gears of the machine are a little rusty. Now I have to figure out what type of oil to apply to get things running smoothly again. Once upon a time, I would have just switched projects. Usually moving from one story to another enables me to jar the muse off her corncob ( and NO I won't say where that corncob is) and my creativity starts to flow again. Today, for some reason, that isn't working. Therefore, I find myself following my own advice and blogging to see if anything…

Never Trust A Rat

Groundhog day. Great tradition-one that's manned by the lyingest rodent ever to walk the face of the planet. Spring's right around the corner, eh? How far away IS that corner, hmmm????

Let's see. On the fifth of January it was 62 degrees and sunny here. Today it's 5 degrees with snow, 25 mph winds, and a will chill of 15 below.

Thanks for the help, Phil. You're a prince.

Normally I like winter. I like the aspect of winter when it's 32 degrees and snowing--BUT it's the kind of snow that melts on the road and just makes everything look pretty. But sub-zero temperatures? *shudders in horror*

If I wanted that kind of weather, I'd live in Canada.

The only good thing about this weekend? The Super Bowl--and I DON'T have to work! I'm excited! I actually get to watch a football game while sitting down? *faints* I'm not sure how I'll handle that! As long as Indianapolis wins, I'll be in a good mood. It's not that I have anything…

What Kind of Moron Do you Have To Be?????

All I have to say to start off this post is : Jesus H. Christ.

This from the Associated Press:BOSTON - Several illuminated electronic devices planted at bridges and other spots in Boston threw a scare into the city Wednesday in what turned out to be a publicity campaign for a late-night cable cartoon. Most if not all of the devices depict a character giving the finger.

How freaking stupid do you have to be?? Seriously, folks, let's look at this logically. In this day and age, in the UNITED STATES, how could this publicity ploy have possibly gone through as many hands as it did without someone saying, "Er, excuse me....isn't this illegal?"

Again from the Associated Press: It said the devices have been in place for two to three weeks in 10 cities: Boston; New York; Los Angeles; Chicago; Atlanta; Seattle; Portland, Ore.; Austin, Texas; San Francisco; and Philadelphia.

And this didn't raise any red flags? TEN cities? There are apparently 24 more of these devices tha…