Monday, March 26, 2012


Yes, I missed the last Row80 check-n.  Maybe even the last two.  I lost track.  But writing has been minimal for a little over a week now, so there was nothing to report.  I guess I decided to be sickly last week and that really got in the way.  So I ended up reading.  A lot.  The Deed of Paksenarrion (all three books).  It was pretty good.  I liked it well enough.  I put book two down a few times because it lulled a little (to me), and book three had some difficult scenes and situations, but I'm glad I went ahead and finished it.  The first book was the best.  I could easily pick it up again.  I downloaded them from the publisher to the kindle because I kept getting ink all over my fingers from the physical book (and I only had book one, so I needed the rest anyway).  Anywho, I liked Paks as a character and her story was very interesting.  The supporting characters were just right.  There's lots of ups and downs all the way through it.  Some of the events that Paks goes through were a bit much for me, but I can see how it made her that much stronger in the end.

Now I'm fired up to get back to my own writing.  I'm hoping to get to it sometime this morning.  There's lots of housework to catch up on, but I think I'm being a bum.  Oh, and I found the final two seasons of Due South.  I haven't started them yet.  I thought I'd be done by now, but stuff happens.  And I rented The Three Musketeers last week.  I'd watch it again.  I really liked the different take on the story.

And the Chael's Luck Blog Tour is stopping by (I think the 12th of April).  I'm not quite ready just yet, but I am looking forward to it.  Mireielle Chester has quite the hop planned.  There will be giveaways and such.  Who doesn't love giveaways?  Besides, it's an awesome story (One of my favs).  I'll be sure to get back with more details before the 12th. 

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Sunday Check-In for #Row80 (3/18)

I've been doing a little better at concentrating on the writing.  Each day (er, except yesterday) saw over 1500 words per day.  I'm happy with that.  My writing schedule has been floundering lately and I still can't figure out what is out of whack. 

I signed up for an Anthology.  I'm hoping I haven't made a mistake.  It's short stories broken up between different writers with all kinds of Betas and group help.  But after reading over the stories that are on the board, mine sucks.  I'm a little lost at the moment and not sure what I should do.  Maybe my head will clear up sooner than later and I can figure something out worthwhile.

Oh, and I have some fan mail in the form of a hand-written letter.  Is it sad that I want to frame it?

Ugh, carpet.  No, it isn't in yet.  I've been promised it will be ordered tomorrow.  I'm wondering if I've made a mistake there.  There are more important things in life to get this frustrated with.  It's just a floor.

And for a writerly question/proposal:
There is a part in Shattered Remnants where the lyrics of a hymn comes into focus.  I have ideas of what I'm wanting, but then am reminded of my lack of musical talent.  Should I outsource for that?  There are so many poets and songwriters that are just plain amazing, I'm tempted to see if one would want to work with me on writing the song.  Two of the several songs that have inspired this want are Memoro de la Stono from Distant Worlds by Nobou Uematsu, and Into the West from The Return of the King soundtrack by Howard Shore and Annie Lennox.  Like I said, I have ideas, I guess I need someone to collaborate with.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

3/14 Check-In for #Row80

I was tempted again to skip another check-in.  SR has seen lots of improvement in the word count department and the story is moving along at a pace I am happy with, but I can't say that I've hit my goal each day.  I go back and forth between days where I can get a little over 2k, then the next day I fight to reach 500.

There is still plenty on the home front to keep me busy.  It seems each day brings a new challenge.  But that's how it goes.

Even still, the bluebonnets are blooming and I have a book sitting on the corner of my desk begging for some time.  The Deed of Paksenarrion by Elizabeth Moon.  I've heard a lot about it and have been looking forward to reading it.  I have it on loan, so I think I'll get to it sooner than later.

A big "Thank you" to #Teamsprinty.  You've been perfect.  I've been slow and distracted.  But when I actually make the group, I never regret it.  Lots of lively conversation and fun ideas.  If you haven't meet up with the Row8o Wordsprint group, you are really missing out.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Tardy #Row80 Check-In (Pretend It's Wednesday)

I thought I was back.  I should be more prepared for each day's insanity.  But I'm not.  Oh well.

For the long overdue check-in:
There has been lots of progress with SR's word count.  I still think it's funny how some days I can't get it out of my head, and then other days I never sit down to write it.  I do like where it is going.  Let's just hope it continues to cooperate.

I've fallen behind on every on-line community I am supposed to be a part of.  Then I know I'm way behind and put off catching up.  I was tempted to delete all my accounts and start over.  That might have been easier.  I'm going to be behind for awhile.

Life outside of writing has been on the interesting side.  I'm trying not to wander too far.  There's a bunch of stuff going on within my family and I am doing my best not to pick sides or jump to conclusions.  I know I can get overly protective and am hoping to avoid stepping on toes.  I love my family.  They can drive me nuts in their own special way, but I don't easily stand aside when I feel they are being mistreated.  I know everything will work out and all will be fine.  I just have to remember to wait it out.  Thus, back to writing.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Long Time No See

First off, I apologize for missing the past two weeks of Row80 Check-Ins.  I meant to skip the first one only because there wasn't any progress to speak of.  Then blogging and writing didn't happen.  When it started, I was mad at all my WIPs and grounded all but two.  The others have been locked away on my desktop with a note that I can't touch them until I finish at least one of the standing WIPs.  Later that week I heard back from my first beta reader for Always & Forever.  When I sent it to him, I was ready to trash the whole thing and just call off the sequel.  He actually liked it.  I rattled off all the parts I hate about it and he just shrugged.  So I guess I'll let it be for a time before I pick it back up.  I have some notes on what I want to change about it, so that might help save it from my recycle bin.

Shattered Remnants has seen lots of progress, but not in the word count department.  There was a bit of a hole between the first quarter and half way point.  I figured it out on one of my sleepless nights.  It felt good to fill in the void.  I've been tinkering with this story for longer than I care to admit and I just now had a big "Duh" moment with the plot line.  That, my friends, is embarrassing.

Oh, and I managed to come up with a few more names for territories and settlements in the story.  I wanted Hammerfell, but I'm pretty sure Bethesda has a copyright on that one.  Malletdrop just doesn't have the same ring to it.

On the home front, stuff happens.  We were in the process of replacing the downstairs carpet, but have since encountered a little hiccup.  We might talk to one or two more retailers before scheduling the install.  I want to say that we will have it in by the end of next week, but I have a record for getting overly-excited.

Baby sitting happened.  One day was a sick day for my niece.  I think she played the nurse and her mother on that one.  Oh well.  She keeps me on my toes more than her siblings.  She reminds me so much of my sister it's scary.  I would think I'd be more prepared for her games.

The second was a fourteen-month old for some friends.  This was kind of a last second ordeal.  My mom was planning to watch him, but my dad's mom was rushed to the hospital first thing Saturday morning.  She spent the whole day in the ER.  I didn't go up there because she was only allowed limited visitors and I would only be taking up space.  My mom ended up sitting with her the whole time.  My dad and grandpa both got sick (probably worried themselves that way) and went home shortly after lunch.  The doctors had no news to offer until test results came back.  It was a sit and wait day.

Anywho, the baby.  The couple had a dinner date for the evening.  It was something they had planned for a long, long time.  The wife starts chemo this week, so it was also kind of a big relaxing night before all the trials that goes with cancer set in.  I had no idea how difficult it is to find a babysitter at the last moment.  I offered, knowing very well that I know nothing about babies, and they accepted.  They dropped him off fresh from a nap with a bag of goodies.

Long story short, it was an experience.  I've never even changed a diaper before.  That might give you an idea of how nervous I was about taking him.  He was great.  Between watching the ceiling fan, crawling after the cats, playing with a toy sheep, and becoming infatuated with a glow stick, I'd say the evening as a whole went well.  My sister dropped by with dinner after checking in on Grandma.  She has three kids.  There wasn't anything she couldn't handle.  I admit I had fun.  Now I know why storybooks describe a baby's laugh as magical.  Something about it is unavoidably contagious.  And when there is more laughing than crying, the world feels at peace.

There has been yard work.  I have some new flowers that I just put in.  They are already blooming.  Daffodils are my favorite and they were the first to greet me.  The others are just as lovely and smell wonderful, but I'm partial.  Daffodils always reminds me of spending the weekend with my Grandparents when they lived on Sugar Grove.  The property line around their house and field was lined with yellow and white Daffodils.  Us kids took extra care to protect them when we played softball.  I don't know why it has taken me so long to actually plant some.

Turns out, my grandmother had a stroke.  They called it a little one, but a stroke is a stroke.  She goes home tomorrow.  Her doctors recommended Home Health to stay with her and assist her with day-to-day things, but she opted out of it.  My parents have claimed the weekends.  Between two aunts, my sister, and myself, we should have the weekdays covered.  Grandpa is usually there, but a helping hand is always appreciated.  Perhaps I'll learn to cook something besides spaghetti.

Lots of Due South has happened.  Lots more to come.

The past few weeks has been littered with ups and downs.  Then there's the times that kick you while you're down.  No matter how much I expect it to happen, it still trips me up.  I am left stunned by how someone can inspire you with one breath, then rip out your heart with the next.