Monthly Archives: May 2015

Call it a Treadmill

Or a hamster wheel. Yeah. That’s better. I have been beaten  by The Hampster Wheel of Life!

No seriously.

Well…ok. Nobody’s really chained me to a hamster wheel. And I didn’t climb into one going “Oooh, I’ll run nowhere just as fast as I can!”

But that’s kind of what it feels like. At least now. I get one thing sort of squared away, and another thing needs doing. I want to get some painting done, but my room is a wreck. So I get things somewhat tidied, and then  its time to pack for a trip. Get back, unload my stuff (helloooo oil pastels), and now it’s a dump again. Add to that the need to get these chapters edited and up, and the decision that needs to be made as to the sequel, and my brain has kind of dribbled out of it’s shell.

Can I think tomorrow please? Please?

Several GOOD things this week though. Spent several days with the Husband Person in Minneapolis for our anniversary. Discovering MONSTER comic shops, shops that sell hot sauce strong enough to require medical waivers, a pretty little park that was almost made prettier by the torrential downpour we were hit with, and the first (and last I think) time I’ll ever go to a Major League Baseball game. Honestly, you can keep it. I’ll take the never-stop-moving of a hockey game any day. Too bad the Aces are so far away…

Oh. And Mad Max. Holy shit, Mad Max. Forgetting all the feminist hoopla surrounding it, I was floored. I’d never seen the first three, and was VERY skeptical about the new one when I saw the previews. Cars. Spiky spiky cars. What the heck? People jumping ONTO those spiky spike cars? And WTF, a face mask made of teeth? Urrrrm.

And then I watched the first ones. The very, very, very first one didn’t really hit any buttons for me. Bad sound quality made it almost impossible to understand the dialogue, and I was too floored by a YOUNG!Mel Gibson to pay much attention to what he was saying. That and all the character building…Ouy. To top it off, the description said ‘post-apocalyptic’ and as far as I could tell, their idea of the end of the world looked alot like modern day Australia.

Cut to the second movie. Wow. NOW the world has ended. Like…ended ended. Still looks like Australia though (there’s some crossover fanart swirling around in my brain. Max and Furiosa and Riddick and the Farscape crew, here we come!). And the third two. Leaving aside the great feats of geography that gave us sand dunes next to railroad tracks on drivable desert (they’re out of fuel, how do those cars keep running for the chase scenes? And WHAT fuel are they burning?).

Which is my main caveat with Fury road. Yes, it’s nice to see so many women. Yes, Charlize Theron kills it as Furiosa. But really, it doesn’t rock my world in that respect. I would have HATED it if he ended up with a love interest. But one of the great things about the Max movies is that once his wife and daughter died, he pretty much called it quits (at least IN movie) in the love department. As he says, he’s been ground down to a single thing: Survival (paraphrased). So there could have been a horrible romance/sex angle to all this, but there wasn’t. He’s a man, trying to survive, and redeem a bit of himself by helping these women out. Simple as that.

So where does the fuel come from? What the heck are they sticking in the Warmachine? There was the fuel pod Furiosa was going to use to trade. Why was it full? You could SEE Gastown on the road. They were going to GET gas. So why did she have some to BRING with her? How big is that tank on that thing? They were trading Aquacola, so how did they refuel in the middle of that whole, big, long ride. Please, someone explain how they did that ride out there and BACK and didn’t run out of fuel!

This is the thing burning up my brain. XD



Zoom zoom!!!

Doing this ahead of time because I think that by the time Friday rolls around, I will have one goal: Sleeeeeeeep.

Yes. I plan to sleep. But not to sleep in and have a lazy weekend. Oh no. I get to get up at the buttcrack of dawn, pile into the truck (it had BETTER be the truck) and proceed to spend the next nine hours driving all the way across one state and into another.

Mall of America, here we come. With a Twins-Red Sox game to top it all off  (all I can say is that if the hot dogs don’t live up to the hype, that will be the whole trip. Ruined. Right there).

So, to save myself the trouble of thinking of anything but packing and what horribly essential thing (deoderant much?) I’ll probably be forgetting, I make this post now. In the past. For the future.

There’s a Delorean joke in there, if only I can find it….


Have a gesture drawing folks! (The one on the top corner is supposed to be a view from above)



Where Did My Afternoon Go?

I had PLANS people.  Real plans. Productive plans. Plans that were going to happen and I was going to get things done and I would feel proud of myself.

And instead, I am reminded of why I have become so picky about what I read.

I didn’t mean it. Totally didn’t. I got it through Bookbub, those horrible enabling people, and figured I’d just read a couple pages. Usually, with that sort of book, I can tell if I’m going to be able to handle it or if I might as well give up now. Man. How dumb was I?

Now here I am, having paid for the SECOND in the series, resisting picking it up, and praying I can at least finish this blog post before my phone and the siren call of Kindle drag me away from the computer. Dangit anyways. There went an hours last night, most of my morning, every minute I could steal during work, and a good bit of my afternoon as well.

Congratulations Selena Laurence, you have ruined my day. In the best way 🙂  While I don’t know that I would have gone with the same editing style, and I might have chosen some different words, the story caught me hook, line, and sinker, and never let go. Even if I did skim over the raunchy parts (I appreciate a good story much more than I do oodles of sex. A hardcore erotica reader I will never be :).


And now, on to real things! The current story I am working on is about to be set on the back burner. I had a rhythm the summer I wrote The Monster and I need to get it back. But part of that is editing and posting as I go, stopping every few chapters to refresh my brain as to what happened before so I don’t lose track of where I need to go. Now, with the last chapter of Sequel 1 to post and the last two or three chapters of the Holiday Story to get up, along with a couple of stand alones in there, I need to get those edited and out so I can reclaim my groove. Good news, I’m about twelve chapters into the Monster Baby. Bad news, I need to not lose my notes and edit the others. Fast. Gah. I don’t mind picking out issues. And I don’t mind reliving the story. I DO mind trying to coordinate all those red comments I made on paper and find them on a computer screen so I can get the crap done that needs done. Booooo on computer reading. YAY for Find and Replace!


Anyways, that’s all for now. I have made my post for the beginning of the week. Whoo!


Grr! Arg!

I shouldn’t be typing right now. I should be raiding 😉 In WoW that is.  Shhhh. Those who  say I’m not being productive, I know. It’s been a very unproductive day. It started will kinda being lazy and tootling around on the computer before church, before I remembered that today was Pathfinder day. Yup. Four hours rolling die and trying not to die in a cave full of spiders (It was a near thing. We lost the Cleric and the Fighter tried to get me out of spider webs, only to end up stuck. With his ‘hands’ on my ‘boobs’. Of course. His wife wasn’t happy. Being claustrophobic, I was PANICKING). So that shot my afternoon to pieces, and I got home with just enough time to help put EVIL chili together before BOOM: Raid time.

So I sit here, recovering from yet another wipe, and trying to figure out how I’m going to get anything done. Not so much today. This post counts! I’m trying to keep the blog going!

No, I’m looking at this week. Gym in the mornings, meet with a trainer twice in the afternoons, work in one of the more UN-creative jobs I can think of, and trying to get this fic done so I can move on to the real work. Bleh. It can be done. I’ve done it before. But every time I get a really good groove going, my hands decide to start screaming like a couple of whiny little children. PAIN! BOO 😦

So, and thus, I will do as much as I can as fast as I can and hope to outrun the pain with my productivity. /nod. Sounds like a plan to me. What will happen next weekend when I go to Minneapolis for a few days (and the Husband Person inevitably tried to nix me bringing the laptop) I don’t know. I might just bring the computer anyways. Or see if I can get the tablet to cooperate with the Bluetooth keyboard long enough to get some actual writing done. Or maybe editing. I could edit! Yea! See. Thinking as I type. It works.

Having now used up my allotted brain power for the day, I am going to introduce you to a new thing. Well, not really, but new for me. It’s a hope that I’ll be able to keep content coming, even when I feel like a salted slug (get THAT image out of your minds). I have this wonderful habit of doodling. On everything. It’s a constitutional incapability to keep my hands and brain from trying to do something with my down time. Or even with there are other things going on. My parents long ago gave up on breaking me of the habit. These crop up everywhere, but mostly in my notes from church. They’re like little anchors for what I was listening to at the time, things I wanted to stick in my mind. If images could talk, they wouldn’t always be saying what you might think. Alot of them would be spouting scripture and my thoughts on it.

Ladies and Gents, I give you Gestures. My doodles and musings and the raw bare bones of things that may or may not be more fleshed out as time goes on. They are not finished. They are not refined, but they are fun. Enjoy!


Sitting, Randomly.

Sitting, Randomly.



The Zombie Walk

I should just scrap the old posts and start over. I really should. I’ve thought about it. But they’re a record. A “Here, see? She’s got the attent—ooooh, Shiny!”

Yup. That’s me. Typing on a keyboard that makes my hands hurt (But I don’t want to shell out for yet ANOTHER attempt at easy keys and end up with something that makes me really work to type. Yay surgery on the hands, to make you baby your fingers!

And I’ve been looking at all the ways I could restart this. And OFFICIAL post. A REAL post. And I decided to say screw it and just start typing. I have sketches to put up. I have stories falling out of my head that need to be put down (the previous project has been put back in the incubator until I mature a little more as a writer. In other words, I want to learn on something that’s NOT my brainchild.)

Luckily, I’m done with school. That’s it. No more. Can’t make me. I got my certification (which is why I let this place lapse to begin with, so I could study like crazy). And then I hurt BOTH hands and spent the better part of a year unable to hold a SPOON, much less type and write and draw.

That’s all done now. I’m mostly healed up, and I’m finishing one last freebie story before I step into the Darkfic. It has no title. I can’t settle on one. It’s the challenge, the “Can I write a complete and total jackass and make it work?” story. So its gestating right now as I try and find a plan for the series (it just grew by at least three books this morning as a Wild Plot Bunny raced through my head and got caught in the fence).  And I’m drawing some more too. Mainly gestures in free moments, but I hope to clean some of them up and post here and there.

And now there’s a dog making “Oooh. Oooh” pay attention to me noises. So I guess I need to go pay attention to her or something 🙂

There we go. I did it. Blank, awful void gone. Not planned, spur of the moment, resurrection of the blog! Don’t expect formal words and lots of real professionalism out of this place. My brain is just…hey, shiny rock!

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