Carolyn

Every evening when I get home I am greeted by those things in my user pic up there. OH THE GUILT! I feel SO horrid and mean for leaving them from basically 8 a.m. until I get home which is around 6:30, and sometimes later. It never fails though, early or late, when I get home I am met with happy woos and wiggles and lots of licking and wags. And of course I make a HUGE fuss over my beasties - they have been so very good, dealing with this new situation of ours since my son (their Lord and Master lol) moved out. They miss him, *I* miss him, mostly because now I have to go straight home as that is a heck of a long day to be stuck in the house.

But I think I am letting guilt, and the dogs, have too much control over me. As soon as they are let outside, back inside, fed and scritched, it is cuddle time... which means in the evenings, what am I doing? This:



Is it any wonder I am not getting a thing done in the evenings?? I plan to behave tonight though. I will work on my ms from 7:30 - 9:00 and then from 9:00 to 10:00 cuddle the dog. That seems fair, doesn't it? (Cuddle Maddox, that is - Shelby is an on-the-floor-girl which given she is around 65 pounds, this is good. I make darn sure she gets plenty of scritches every night and morning and on weekends - I just have to go down to her level. She is the Queen, after all!).

:)

Just downloaded my crit buddy's new draft - am so excited to get started hacking and slashing and writing wicked red comments... bwa ha ha ha ha! No, seriously, this is an awesome story and I am VERY PROUD of you, jealousofstars for not letting Evil Things sway you from getting this story out. It will do AWESOME.

Okay best log off this here thing - must run to the post office for the boss. Dang it, I am just so weird these days - I absolutely love being here every day, doing this work. The only thing that could make it better is if I could have my dogs at my feet all day. Wouldn't that be the best?!



Shelby thinks so!

Okay so, I've known since I was hired that my boss would be gone for two weeks end of June, early July.

So I made plans. Lots of plans. Plans to catch up, organize, DO THINGS that the crazy pace of my office keeps me from doing normally (to my frustration). Spare Moments are very rare critters at my law office, so I was REALLY REALLY looking forward to these two weeks.

And of course, what happens? ALL HELL CRAZY FIRE breaks loose! Tomorrow is Thursday, and I am STILL dealing with Other Things not the DO THINGS things. :( And then we learned Karen, the Boss Boss, is closing the office Wednesday-Friday next week. Okay that is fine! But then she decided today NOW would be a good time to recarpet and paint the office!

So, that means I have now only Thursday through Monday to get the two-weeks' worth of stuff I'd planned to get, done. Since Tuesday will be spent Packing and Eating Pizza so I am told.

My boss, who is COMPLETELY out of touch in the middle of New Mexico, will come back to lots of surprises, but none I'd planned to have ready. OH WELL. At least we're keeping things afloat, and it will be all pretty, right? Right.

Otherwise... nothing new to report. My best-laid plans for writing madly did not happen, which is so not-unusual I will never mention writing here again except in the past-tense, such as, "I just finished a chapter" or "I finally finished that scene." No more, "I am going to _____________, ___________, or ___________________________________" because it never happens.

So. I am not saying a word about writing again until I can say it in past-tense.

The only thing I *can* say is my editor is MUCH MUCH better, thanks to several hundred generous souls who helped raise money for her medications that she could not afford and her insurance refused to buy anymore. WTH, United States? Thankfully she's gained some strength and is (yay) working on my ms right now. So I hope to have good news soon. It is one of those funky situations where I think they want it for sure but I am in no way for sure they do. LOL.

Anything else? Not really, other than trying to finish up the last of the Hunger Games trilogy tonight. eurydice72 is waiting (im)patiently for me to do so, so that we can discuss things more deeply. It's been quite awhile since I've been so affected by a book - not the 'swoon' kind (which there are reasons for that) but just in terms of the impact of this author's craft on me, from world-building to characterization. Of course there are problems, things I question, etc., but I am not a reviewer nor an analyzer, I simply am intrigued, and want to learn why so many aspects of this particular series of three works for me so well.

The same can be said, for me, of the Mira Grant Newsflesh trilogy (and novellas). They 'do it' for me in ways that I make it me flail. As did the self-pub book ANGELFALL that I happened upon on Amazon, by Susan Ee (get THAT one, not the one by the other author with the book of the same, which Amazon annoyingly pairs together, which pissed off a lot of customers and fans of Ee's series). And oh yeah, hurry up Ann Aguirre, I want the next in the Enclave series (it is not lost on me that my recent favorite books have certain themes in common).

Anyway! I should go clean the *%$# kitchen, and then I will be curling up under my blankie to read the rest of Mockinjay. I am absolutely dying to know how this ends, and I am very glad I have remained unspoiled. There's a miracle!

The laptop can be fixed! Took it to JWJ Computers, pulled it out of the backpack, computer dude with bad toupee said, "I know exactly what is wrong with it." Seems this model of HP was well-known for being very very bad--bad circuit boards. There was a recall at some point that I never knew about--maybe because the store we bought this from went belly-up within a week or two after we got them? (Nick had one too but his died a different death lol um yeah).

So, happily, my baby should be back in a couple of days, and cost only $125 to fix. I can deal with that.

Had Tuesday night writer's group last night, just me and Suz and Cid, which was lovely. I got my OneNote organized for the three ms's I have to work on, though I am going to work on only one right now. I seem to do better like that. OneNote is pretty damn nifty. Suz and Cid have theirs so darn organized! Very shipshape, but not so over-organized as to make one think "Wow, that is all you do re: writing, isn't it?" Actually, nope. Suz has already sold her first (YAY!) and Cid sent off an entry last night to Samhain for a novella call. She let me read a little of another of hers, and I know, I just know in me bones, that 2011 is her year.

It is so nice to have peoples around here to do writerly things. Well worth the bit of drive I have to make to meet them.

Job hunting continues. Am currently in a good state--am okay $-wise, my dad and sis both have my back, which helps, especially Dear Old Dad (as we call him). I did great with the temp agency tests, and the agent person I am working with loves my skills and is convinced she can help me find something permanent along the lines of what I was doing, except in the oil and gas industry. I am all for that, as two of my buds, Cody and Jeremy, went that direction. Would be awesome to be downtown near them! We're having lunch next week. I miss those guys.

So my optimism is up for the moment. I think talking to Dad a long time about it all has made me feel better. Much better. Surely, surely, SURELY I will find something, anything, by the end of February?

In any case, I can't fight it anymore. I am about to fall asleep on my keyboard. Too much thinking last night. Bah. Plotting, mostly. I hope my mind can stay at ease now where I can do something besides stare at the walls and freak out. That's getting old! Very old. And does no one any good, not me, the kids, or Nick who is about to move to the UK! Like...FRIDAY! OMG! I am so happy for him. :) I just better get to go see him, soon. VERY SOON. Or else I shall keel over. Sigh.

Naptime now!

C (oh look I signed it like an email)

Why?

Cuz Nick is moving there, that's why. He got the job!

YES!!!!!!

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