Last Monday, I wrote about these podcasts. This is the second half of the extensive list.
I do love my lists.
- I started the whole writing challenge thing on Saturday morning right when I got the email saying that it was open. My genre is suspense, the setting is a condemned building, and the character is a nanny. So, I started writing and then I realized that I was writing it in the present tense. Then I realized that it was in second-person. I shrugged and continued to write until I couldn’t write anymore (that was about 2 in the morning). I haven’t looked at it because I’m not finished. The max number of words is 2,500 and the deadline is Saturday (I think). I won’t be looking at it until I actually finish it. Then I will have my lovely friends read it. Then I will cringe and rewrite until I absolutely cannot do it anymore. Then I will upload it and be done. What else can I do?
- It snowed over the weekend. My city didn’t get walloped like the rest of the East Coast but I suppose the snow we did get wasn’t anything to laugh at. It certainly made driving home unnecessarily perilous. But whatever. Our upstairs neighbor shoveled our sidewalk before we got up Saturday morning. So, that was nice. By Saturday afternoon, I realized that most people had shoveled. Even those who were notorious for not doing so. Someone must have reported them. Don’t look at me. I didn’t do it.
- I realized while walking around Saturday that I needed new boots. And that my husband needed boots. He’s stubborn and will not go with me to find boots. He will get boots soon because I said so. A random conversation that we had over the weekend was regarding using The Force vs using the force of my will to get people do things. If I may go off the deep end of geekery here, I’m no Force-sensitive person. But I do expect people to do things that I ask them to do. Most of the time this isn’t a problem. Then we get to those times when it becomes a problem. Very quickly, the problem will rectify itself. Force of will or The Force. Who cares. It gets done. (These are the droids you’re looking for.)
- Finally, I spent the weekend reading (when I wasn’t writing – articles, story, and in my journal. Sadly, not on the blog). Gloriously, gloriously reading. I plowed through the last 100 pages The Palace Job by Patrick Weekes. Yes, the Patrick Weekes who is responsible for my favorite video game – Dragon Age. I devoured that book. It’s a very fun read. Think of it as an Ocean’s Eleven in a fantasy setting. The main character named Loch, pulls together a very diverse set of people (all with a particular set of skills) to break into a palace floating in the clouds. There are secrets! Awesome fight scenes! Snark! Some romance! Even more snark! I highly recommend it. My husband had reader’s envy. So much so, that he refuses to let me return the book to the library until he finishes reading it. I loved the book so much, that I’m actually going to buy a copy for myself. That’s how much I loved the book.
- The second book is Step Aside, Pops: A Hark! A Vagrant Collection by Kate Beaton. I read her first book this time last year and it seems fitting that I would read her second book around the same time. I also tore through the book like I was dying of dehydration. I also highly recommend it. It’s fun and fantastic.
- The third book that I’m reading and haven’t finished is Tanya Huff‘s The Enchantment Emporium the first book in her Gale Women. *sigh* So…there’s…dubious consent in the book. Dubious incestuous consent. The Gale Women run the show and the men…well, the men follow orders. Okay. There’s an annual ritual where it seems that all eligible male relatives essentially have an orgy with eligible female relatives. I say dubious consent because…well, read the reviews on the Goodreads page. Especially from Olivia’s Books. She summed it up well, leaving me to feel slightly (hugely) conflicted. I mean, let’s be honest. It’s fluffy but I’m engaged (somewhat) in it. I haven’t quit the book but let’s see how I feel when I reach halfway through it. Our main character, Allie (Alysha Gale) has just arrived in Calgary to take over her dead grandmother’s junk shop. She’s just hired a leprechaun assistant and met a newspaper report with “extraordinarily blue eyes. Not the more common bluish gray but a bright, cerulean blue. A Maxfield Parrish sky-blue.” I think I may be reading it because I want to see how high the ridiculous level goes. Yes, I understand it’s fantasy. But this goes beyond that.
- By the way, I’m sorry if there are any fans of this book. I am just…puzzled.
- I’m still reading Cherie Priest‘s Chapelwood and to be honest…I’m just not as into it as I was Maplecroft but I am quite unwilling to stop reading it…for now. There will come a point where I will have to renew it from the library and I’ll have to think hard about finishing it.
- The third book that I am reading is Nnedi Okorafor‘s Who Fears Death. I have a feeling that there are some very, very serious and weighty issues in this book. This book screams at me to read only it. I am only on page ten but it has certainly grabbed me.
- Which also brings me to G Willow Wilson‘s Alif the Unseen, another book that screams at me to read only it.
- Let’s cut through the fluffy and get to reading the serious and weighty books then. That’s not to say that there aren’t any serious issues in The Enchantment Emporium but it feels like it’s from a different century while the last two are firmly with the times. But we’ll see.
- Don’t even talk to me about tv shows or other media that I’m consuming. That’s for another post.
- I feel like the biggest hypocrite. I mean, I made up this editorial calendar and I haven’t followed it. *sigh* I’m trying, people. I really, really am. *shrugs*
- Obviously, since yesterday’s shocking news, I’ve been listing to this playlist a lot. I may have annoyed my coworkers. I don’t care. I won’t go into how I feel about this particular death. The internet is just absolutely flooded with responses and all of them are better put than mine. I’ll point you in two directions. This one by the ever lovely LAF and this one by also the ever lovely Wayne Wise. I actually thought of both of them at the same time when my husband told me the news. I can’t imagine going 18 months and then creating a piece of art (because let’s face it, David Bowie = art). I then immediately thought of my mother, undergoing chemo. They are roughly the same age (my mother is a hair bit older). It makes me shiver.
- There’s some drama going down around my life. Thankfully, it’s not mine. I’m just an observer. But this is a similar song and dance and I would like to stop watching. But I can’t. The same patterns emerge and I don’t think the person who is living through it has learned anything. And that makes me sad. I’m not going into any details about it. There are others involved that have no choice but to be involved.
- I love snow. I really do. I even like shoveling. Yes, I know. That makes me completely off my rocker. And guess what? Winter’s finally arrived here in my little part of the country. I couldn’t be happier. Seriously.
- I’ve been playing a lot of Fallout 4 lately. Well, when my husband isn’t binging on it. How much have we been binging on it? We haven’t watched the Christmas special of Doctor Who. That’s just…the strangest thing ever for us. I’m going to try and make us watch it tonight. Besides, Agent Carter and The Flash come back next week, followed by Legends of Tomorrow. Oh, and some little thing called X-Files. By the way, the character I created in Fallout 4 looks suspiciously like Bethany Hawke from Dragon Age II, only with a darker complexion. Go figure. Bethany is a mage and a Grey Warden to boot. It seems absolutely plausible to me that Bethany would find some way to survive and thrive in the Fallout universe. But where’s her magic, Charlie? Well, something has to suffer.
- Have I told you about my love of the new Star Wars film? No? Well, I do. It’s everything that I wanted it to be and more. Are there flaws? Of course. But I’m willing to overlook them. My husband and I were discussing the other day how we believe The Force more than those damn Midi-chlorians that the prequels tried to shove down our throats. As two people who do not have a lot of religion in life, he thought it was strange how we believe The Force over Midi-chlorians. I told him that if the Midi-chlorians had been better explained we might have. And isn’t that basically true of the age-old science vs religion debate? If people could explain one thing better than the other wouldn’t one “win” over the other? Perhaps, I am being too broad. Who knows. It’s a semi-formed thought. Forgive me.
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for today. Hope your Tuesday is going swimmingly.
- The advice about writing every day? It seems to be working. I can’t stop writing. It’s not a bad thing.
- I’m redoing the prompt from Tuesday. I’m going to keep the same tone and even have Ambrož, my conman featured.
- I’m going to see my parents over the long holiday weekend. I’ll still be posting.
6:00 am – The alarm goes off
6:05 am – The alarm goes off again
6:10: am – Guess what? Oh, yeah.
6:15 am – I finally, finally get up after my husband grumbles and asks me if that’s his alarm.
6:20 am – Start my exercise, usually a walking video. I should say that I also turn on the tv to catch up on the news. The exercise video is on my laptop.
6:30 am – I wake my husband.
6:50 am – Shower
7:00 am – Wake my nibling, if she’s here. She’s here for half the week before she goes to her mom’s.
7:10 am – Get dressed and when I mean by “get dressed,” I actually mean stand in front of my closet and painstakingly decide what it is I want to wear that day.
7:30 am – Breakfast. It varies, depending on what’s in the house.
7:50 am – Stare and contemplate doing some quick chores. This happens most days. I usually aim for picking up the clutter. I hate clutter.
8:30 am – Leave for work
8:40 am – Sit in a bit of traffic and sing to whatever’s on my ipod.
9:00 am – I get to work, greeting everyone as I walk up the ramp to my office. It sounds like a reverse of The Waltons (and if you know who the Waltons were, then congratulations. You were alive during a certain period of time in the US and know my reference.)
9:10 am – Settle in
9:20 am – The interruptions start…or “work”
10:30 am – Move
1045 am – “Work” or interruptions
12:00 pm – lunch
And that people is my typical working weekday. My weekend mornings don’t start till 8 or 9 am.
I suspect that most people have more interruptions than work. I sometimes lovingly call these interruptions “putting out the fires.”
I don’t have enough of one topic to make it a proper post. I have tidbits of several ideas that I’m clumping together. That and I feel pretty scatterbrained writing wise at the moment.
- I had a pretty disturbing dream last night,not like LAF’s dream from last night. This one was very disturbing and monstrous and I was quite surprised that my subconscious could come up with something so very unlike me. I suspect this had a hand in my dreams. I won’t go into details because really who wants to remember your bad dreams?
- I had two writing prompts waiting for me yesterday. I managed to turn both of them in mini fanfics. *sigh* Both were ridiculous. One was Sherlock Holmes related and I’m pretty sure the other was Daredevil related. So…you know. Fandoms rules my life.
- I’m thinking about Mother’s Day. Last year my mom said “I wish I could wish you a Happy Mother’s Day, but since you aren’t a mother…” Yeah, thanks. I believe I curtly told her “thank you” and hung up. I expect this Mother’s Day to be equally painful with many references to the miscarriage. Awesome.
- The April A to Z Challenge is over. The last three letters kicked my butt, not because they were the end (though that probably factored into it) but because i was a bit crispy at the end. It’s also the reason why Z was so late and why I’m behind on the posts really. I thought about jumping into another challenge, but I think I’ll wait till the summer to cleanse the palate.
- I want to desperately take a time-out from life right now. But I’m not quite sure if that’s me talking or the hormones talking. I’ll have to reevaluate at the end of the week.
Playlist of the week
Tell us how your week went by putting together a playlist of five songs that represent it.
I’ve expanded it to ten… because it’s March the tenth.
- Andrew Bird
- Massive Attack
- Ellie Goulding
- David Poe
- Indigo Girls
- Duncan Sheik
- The Cranberries
- Michael Penn
By the way, my hands <em>hurt</em>. Or else, you’d get more out of me than this list.
Also, I’m aware that I am two days behind on the photography 101 course.
Fix my hands and you’ll be greatly awarded.
You get a list today.
- My picture for today’s photography 101 will be up by tonight. I just have to take the damn shot first. But of what? Of the snow that’s falling outside? Of the overturned water bottle that my ass of a cat loves to knock down before peering back up at up and meowing plaintively? I’ll come up with something.
- My hands seem to be getting better. The maintenance manager finally got around to attaching the keyboard tray to my desk. To which, I’ve had to lower my chair down to be more ergonomic. I feel even more like a hobbit now. I haven’t been waking up with stiff fingers lately. So, either that is helping or the PT is helping. I’m going to say both.
- I’m off tomorrow and Friday. Yah!! My husband has a stress test at 7:15 am. Boo.
- We have our friends from across the state coming to visit us over the weekend. I’m not entirely sure if I’ll be able to post something over the weekend. You’ve been warned.
- My head is filled with snot. *sigh*
Have a great rest of your Wednesday!