I just can’t help tightening the noose
Cyndra meets Cliodhna. Dead bodies ensue.
Maybe I should look into professional help- this whole killing people thing cannot be good for my psyche.
Cyndra meets Cliodhna. Dead bodies ensue.
Maybe I should look into professional help- this whole killing people thing cannot be good for my psyche.
Last week, the housing people decided to clean up the buildings with pressure washing them. Which is great as it means I don’t need to rent one of the stupid things. It is also bad, as it also broke my doorknob and made my windows leak.
No, I’m not joking. My front door locked me out one night last week- it refused my key and I had to call to have housing break in for me. Because of how easy it was for them to break in, I now sleep with a hatchet and a KBAR near at hand. Never screw with a military spouse, we got weapons all over the house, and we know how to use them.
As for the windows, I had gone to open my curtains (which I do on sunny days) and discovered that the sills were wet on the inside and the curtains were sopping wet where water had leaked in. Ew.
While waiting for housing, I’m back to work on BLOOD BORNE, the Cyndra short I’m hoping to have for the antho. There still isn’t romance in it (Bad Marissa! It’s a romance antho you’re subbing to!) but I’m not ruling it out yet. Not yet at least. There was a reason I had Clio mated and done with it, because I’m more realist than ’some day my prince will come’ when it comes to relationships.
I was afraid to log in yesterday; I’ve been getting a lot of emails about spam comments left for me on here, all of them advertising one of two things: porn or a larger penis. Since I do not have a penis, and I’m not about to throw some porn up on here for the under 18 crowd to find, I’ve been trying to figure out how to have spam comments deleted straight off instead of having to wade through them.
It’s been running 90 degrees or hotter down here, which means I’ve got to be out the door before 0600 to get Thunder Butt out for her walk or it’s too damn hot to take her anywhere other than an air conditioned track. Which there isn’t one.
I overslept today, and took my own walk after one p.m. Stupid me. In my defense, I did take a large bottle of water with me, and kept hydrated, but now I’ve got a heat headache from hell that is threatening to have my head coming off at the dotted line.
Reason for having overslept is that I was up late working on a new story. Like the werewolf and the vampire don’t take up enough time, I had to start a new one. What can I say, I’m a glutton for punishment. Either that, or an idiot, but I’ll just go with glutton for now.
I’ve got one more thing to do to finish up my packet for clinical, and then I’m done until next month. In my time off, I’m going to knit, write, clean, cook, run errands… can I go back to school before the quarter starts? School is easier than being an adult.
It’s nice to be able to sit down and write and just let it flow instead of worrying I’m going to go over my ‘break time’ and end up writing while I should be studying. Of course, not watching the clock while I’m writing meant I was up until 2 a.m. writing, but I got six pages done on Cliodhna in longhand (well, technically twelve as I count the front and back as one page) done and ready for transfer into the computer. I have a few for Cyndra as well, but she’s taken a back seat for now, and doesn’t seem to be complaining about it.
Weather here has been a little crazy. Rain and cold, then hot and humid, then wet and hot, and now it’s just baked and dry. I’m not sure if I’m living in Georgia, or a wet/dry sauna that is just very confused about what it wants to be.
I’ve been researching the occult for Cyndra; I didn’t realize how many conspiracy theorists there are out there. I’ve read everything from Jesus is the occult leader to the idea they think my dog is trying to take over the world. Well, not mine specifically, but dogs in general.
How a creature who chases its own tail, and then gets so excited when they catch it that they fall over, is going to take over the world, I haven’t the foggiest. Thunder Butt would never survive as world leader; she doesn’t handle stress well. Her first meeting with other government heads, she’d be so stressed all her fur would fall out. She does not look good bald.
It’s like looking through a bag of seeds to find one if particular. I’ve got notes on just about every secret society there is (as most of them pop up once you type in ‘occult’) and, while I don’t care on iota about Ivy league secrets, they make for interesting reading.
Maybe I should just make up an occult for my needs….
Yesterday was Baby E’s 1st birthday, and Little J. decided that cake was the most important thing in the world. Every five minutes “Are we gonna make Baby E’s cake now?” It’s a damn good thing she’s cute :-) To quote Acheron, “I’m known for spoiling and I respect anyone who can raise a child and not sell it on eBay. So I’ll never criticize.” Though, I bet we’d get a bundle for Little J., she’s adorable. Until that curl pops up in the middle of her forehead, then it’s every male/female for themselves.
Apparently, we’ve realized that recycling is good for the environment. I was outside the other day, checking my mail, when two kids walked by, their arms full of newspapers no one had picked up out of their drive. Every other step, a paper fell out of their arms, they’d stop, pick it back up, walk two steps, drop another one. I asked if they wanted to toss the papers in my bin, and the little girl piped up “Recycling is good for the universe!” I’m not about to correct that thought.
Writing is going well, I’ve started kicking around full fledged ideas for Clio#2, while still working on Cyndra #1 and Luna #1. Luna is the MS I found and don’t remember writing. I scraped about 30 pages of it, but I’ve got a good start on half a book.
And the Zodiac Series? I love it.
Friend of mine emailed me this today, and I teared up watching it. Grab a tissue.
That’s one thing about deployments I was scared about when we got Thunder Butt. She had only me for… well over three months, and she got used to things running a certain way. She got half the bed, she could get petted for hours as I sat reading. Once my husband got home from his first deployment, all that changed. One day I left with only my purse, and I came back with what seemed like a dozen duffel’s and two extra soldiers. (You’d be amazed at the amount of divorces that occur during a tour through hell, and I’m not about to make some poor guy beg to sleep on what was once his sofa)
To say she wasn’t happy, would be understating it.
Fast forward to the second deployment, after Thunder Butt got used to having her plaything around. She moped for weeks, and when she wasn’t mad at me for taking him away, she was attached to my hip to make sure I didn’t disappear on her too.
He came home for R & R, and I thought her furry little head was going to explode! She wasn’t sure what to make of him at first, but after she got a whiff of him, she couldn’t stop sniffing him and wagging her tail. For two days, she would try to lay in his lap, forgetting she was over eighty pounds and hadn’t fit on his lap for over two years.
Right now, Thunder Butt is loving have Little J. and Baby E. in the house. She (the dog, not Little J.) acts as a spare babysitter with Baby E. and has so much patience with Little J. that you’d think she was trained for it. Little J. loves to tease the dog, but has a hard time understanding that she has to give Thunder Butt the toys every once in awhile to keep the dog from jumping.
They’re both young still, they’ll learn.
One more month until my quarter is done, then I hopefully rip through all the edits of Cliodhna and try to get a bigger chunk of Cyndra done, and start sending out queries by the new year. And start collecting rejections by Valentines Day :-).
All that worrying over the test, and I still scored an A. Thank you bonus questions. Without them, it would have been a solid B, and I’d be thrilled with that too. You know what they call the guy who finished last in his graduating class from Harvard Medical School?
Doctor.
Today is for Nutrition & Diet Therapy, and Anatomy & Physiology. I’ve got six chapters to take notes on, and three tests to do before Sunday. I love online courses. After that, it’s another four chapters of Medical Terminology.
What I don’t get is that I know how to give an IV. (Thank you Missy and hangovers) If you can do an IV, you can take blood. So why do I need the classes? Because a piece of paper is a very powerful thing. It’s the difference in scraping by and making enough to be comfortable.
So, off to study. If I get all the stuff done, this weekend will be devoted to writing. Cyndra and Cliodhna are getting pissy.
Me: No, you can’t have that. That’s Mommie’s pen and she needs it.
Dog: Bull! It’s a chew toy for me!
Me: Give. Me. That. Now! *attepting to yank pen from between dog’s teeth*
Dog: Umph! Mine! *gets better grip on pen, and my finger*
Me: Dammit! Fine! I hope you get blue teeth, you little snot!
Dog: I don’t want it now. Can I have a treat?
Me: I’m going to end up in a pastel padded room with matching sheets. I just know it.
Thank you Reba, sorry I’m tonedeaf.
Anyway.
Writing about walking around a dark room is really hard to do when you’re the one in the dark room.
Just thought I’d share that little tidbit of information.