Friday, February 10, 2012

Unfocused writing

You all might have noticed that I've been in a bit of a rut (i.e., stuck in an endless edit) lately. I'm taking a bit of time away from Power Trio to enjoy the other things I love in life. I'm reading some great YA- almost done with The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight. I've been spending more time at the animal shelter, which has been really cathartic (or should I say CAThartic, ha ha) since work has been a little high stress lately. I've also delved into some other types of writing. My significant other is a rapper, and after years of him refusing to use my lyrics in his songs (I had such gems as "back up against my mad crunk" and an entire song about Gambit and Rogue's relationship), I have been driven to write and perform my own (horrible, terrible, very bad) raps. Okay, raps might be an exaggeration, but I am trying to finish one song. I'm going to record it too, in the little studio he has set up in the basement. When I do, you will be the first (and maybe the only) people to hear it. I'm also not going to use another parenthetical aside in this post. I apologize. Five is far too many. But I'm not sure that I can type any more without using my favorite piece of punctuation, so I should probably just go. Happy Friday all!

Friday, February 3, 2012

Two months?!?!?!

You will not believe this! I have been diligently writing blog posts every day for these last two months and then I guess blogger decided to delete them all. That or my cat ate them. Definitely one of the two.

I've been a bad blogger. I still have all this fun content (including a quiz to help you figure out what kind of a bee you are). I need to get back into it. But between my surgery in November, and then the holidays, and now Wildman (my foster cat's) surgery too, I have had some focus issues. I am right now watching Wildman thrash about wildly (how fitting!) in his cat carrier. He's been in it all day, but he's still loopy from the anesthesia and I am not going to be suckered into letting him out. He needs at least another hour of quiet time. Then it's off to the small bedroom which I will fill with pillows and blankets. I have to say, it's pretty funny watching the carrier rock. It looks like something from a haunted house or Gremlins or something. He's all black so I can't really see him in there, but I can see the cage shimmy-shaking constantly. He had his ear cleaned and a tooth pulled and the rest of them scrubbed. Everybody cross your fingers that this time he'll end up feeling better for a long time. He's a 14yo cat with chronic ear issues and stomatitis and he's probably never going to get rid of all of his problems, but I will make sure he is as comfy as possibly for as long as possible.

Work has also been crazy, but fun lately. There is a strong chance I will go to Omaha for a conference this summer, which is coincidentally where I set my first book. I am beyond excited to see the city I've spent the last three years researching and writing about. Not sure if I'll get much sightseeing done, but I'm going to try.

Story updates! I've continued to edit Power Trio. Like a gerbil digging a hole in a glass terrarium. Or a gerbil running on a wheel and never getting anywhere. I didn't own gerbils (or any small mammal for that matter) growing up, but I think I can really relate. Along those same lines, if anyone is in the Atlanta area and is interested in forming a critique group, please email me:

Anyway, I'm off to get Wildman settled. I promise I'll try to be here more regularly... I mean, I'll make sure blogger doesn't keep erasing my amazing, Pulitzer-prize winning posts.