Marissa Turner

It’s a good thing I like music made before I was a twinkle in anyone’s eye, or else Angelo would sound like a poser.  As it is, he can belt (well, mumble) The Doors and Foghat upon request. 

I have no idea what happened on I-95 today, but there was a 30 mile gridlock starting at mile marker 63 in South Carolina.  One hour later, I’d traveled 30 miles via alternate route, and FINALLY got back on 95 to race home and get to collapse on my own sofa.  Nothing like coming home and being able to yell “SHIT!” in your own space.

I am never, ever again driving that far.  Ever.  I have bad road rage, and I like being able to just fly along in my own little bubble of car and air.  When gridlock (or one rather brill driver who ran out of gas on 77 South) screw my time table, I get snippy.  Then I get road rage.  Then I get violent.  When I drove a SUV, that was a deadly thing.  As my old car could eat other cars.

Now… my Honda won’t scare anyone.

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Insomnia can lead to any of the following:

Updating my Ravelry que.

Updating FaceBook (like I don’t have enough things that eat up my time, right?)

Updating the blog

Knitting on a scarf I’ve decided to give to a cousin who seems to always be shivering

Checking out the House marathon on USA, even though I’ve seen all of them.

Having a sudden urge to walk into the woods and see if I can’t find a wolf that I swear I heard the other night.  Of course, that could be brought on my too much spicy food and lack of sleep.

Editing to the point the words start to blur.

Writing another chapter on a book that I really should just leave alone for the time being, as I’ve got GENTRY and Clio #2 in the works.  Cyndra can wait, right?

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I’m not on any real deadline for GENTRY.  Just my own need to get the book finished and polished up by a set date.  I used to flake on the deadlines; just gave up on whatever project it was when crunch time came and wrote it off.

Now, I’m passing up on visiting friends and family to edit.  I’m being the ‘bad child’ and skipping out on hanging out with people I haven’t seen in years (or never met before) to hide in my head.

If I’d been like this years ago, I might already have this whole writing career in the bag.

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I did get to see Marley & Me yesterday afternoon. For those who’ve read the whole book, parts are missing, while others were changed. For example, they get Marley from a woman who accidentally adopted a pregnant female Lab, not a backyard breeder.

But the ending… they kept the ending. And I cried into my hankie and missed my dog. Then I hit PetsMart with my gift money and blew it all on stuff for her. Retail therapy is great, but I hardly ever use it to get stuff for me.

Editing is going well; I knocked out three chapters last night during the House marathon. I also started in on Wolfsbane and Mistletoe; I love Briggs and Vaughn, I’m testing out the rest. But, werewolves and Christmas? Who doesn’t love that?

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Happy Holiday of your choice, I hope it’s a good one!  I’m hoping to go see Marley & Me tonight after dinner and everyone has gone home.

I’m getting a lot of editing done, which is a great thing, and even some work done on Clio #2 and Cyndra #1.

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This whole ‘Peace on Earth’ thing is way beyond me.  I get horrible road rage driving to the shopette, and now family wants me to drive across our great country and into the West.  Believe it or not, the West Coast is just about the only part of this country I’ve never really seen. 

However, I have lost my ability to deal with cold that ten years in Pennsylvania taught me.  So I’m going to stay in Georgia, wear fuzzy socks, and stay under a blanket. 

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It’s just after 0200 and I’ve just started on my first pot of coffee.  I’ve got edits, writing, and a ton of cleaning to do before tomorrow night.  Well, tonight, actually.

What was that saying?  “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”?  This just might kill me.

I did take Thunder Butt out to the kennels on post to have her holiday picture done.  Before I had coffee.  Which we all know makes me so damn lovable; like a possessed machete, I’m just that damn cute.

After refusing to sit, lay down, or stay, she mowed down every single poinsetta plant with her tail (twice) and tried to eat the stuffed Santa.  Next on the chew menu was the fake snow (because this is Georgia, and we sure as hell aren’t getting the real kind), the blue and white decorative tree ornaments in the fake snow (the Dirty 3rd’s colors) and then the toys that were used as lure’s to get the dogs to look in the right direction for the picture to be taken.

If I ever take her to a professional photographer, I have a feeling they’d charge me triple the regular rate because she’s such a pain in the ass.

Damn good thing she’s cute.

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I was cruising along writing last night, going with the Muse, when I stopped and re-read what I’d just written.  And then sat there going “WTF?”  I don’t want to put Cliodhna through stuff unless it’s gotta happen, but it fits.  Not physical trauma mind you, that I can write all day long and never once stutter over it. 

It’s emotional fall out that I have issues with.  And it seems I’m shoving her into the lion’s den for it.  I’m not sure if it will make the final cut either; depends on reception from editors and readers I’ve got spaced throughout this country.  (Love the Internet and military for friends who live far away)

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And static makes the world go ’round. 

Anyway, I’ve got seven long hand pages to plug in to Clio #2, and then I’m taking a bit of a break.  I’ve got some mad cleaning I need to do, plus some more wrapping (this time without the dogs help) and then I’m home free for Christmas.  Not that I don’t love the gift getting, but sometimes, I just run and hide in the mountains, away from stores and bells and music, until after Valentine’s Day.

Though, if someone would get me the Winchester brothers, complete with the ‘67 Impala, I wouldn’t turn it down. 

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I cannot agree with singers, or actors, portraying the death of a soldier.  Why?  Because they don’t live with the fear.  I’ve been through two deployments; I know spouses and soldiers who have been through a lot more.  What does a country singer know of that fear?  Of being terrified when someone, anyone, knocks on your door?

If they do know the pain, then by all means, sing.  But it’s like jabbing a needle into a barely formed scab for me; it rips wide open the paranoia and sleepless nights I spent during the time my husband was gone.  Since we’ve been married, we’ve spent more time apart than together because of Iraq and BCT/AIT.  I learned to sleep without my husband beside me. 

That’s something you can’t understand unless you’ve been there.

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