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Sunday, April 9th, 2017
Maybe not important things, but things nonetheless. I’ve done some seed sprouting and now need to do some transplanting. I’ve also been doing some digging in the dirt, though there’s been a lot of rain. I’ve also been petting dogs and scratching tummies and cleaning up dog pee because all of a sudden, one of them has decided to pee on the rug. I have no idea why. It’s frustrating. The rug is a small area rug and I’m wanting to clean the whole thing and not sure how. I think I’m going to need to wait til the weather warms and I can do it outside with a hose.
I’ve been in an ice cream sort of mood these days. Not sure why. And steak. I have not had any steak, but I’ve been craving it. Weird. My folks come tomorrow. They stay up near us for about five or six months of the year. I’m excited. Hopefully their trip is smooth.
I am planning on cleaning the kitchen and downstairs tomorrow. Things I’ve been avoiding. I’m at least going to do some of it. Been also wanting to get out and start dealing with weeds. They’ve been having a whole lot of fun growing like, well, you know. I’m planning on spraying a whole lot of vinegar, attack with a hoe, and then get some preemergent herbicide down to see if I can get it somewhat under control. And I’ve got to get out and put the hazelnut hulls down in my strawberries and get some fertilizer down, too.
My red dragon contorted hazelnut is leafing out. I’m really pleased about that because it didn’t seem all that happy in the fall. My monkey puzzle tree is doing quite well also. I’ve got a lot of perennials putting on a show also. I’m really pleased about that. My goal has been to pretty much cover all my flower beds in foliage of some kind. I’m still nowhere close, but I’m making the effort.
Writing is going pretty well, though I’m having trouble with getting my days scheduled. Eventually I will . . . just in time for summer vacation. Same ole same ole. Found out that had I stuck it out to see the new administration in my old job, I would not have seen an improvement. Morale is lower than ever, and the leadership, I’m told, is actually worse than previously. I do find myself missing teaching, though. I’d really like to do more of that. I just have to figure out how. I know one thing: Once the boy has his license, the structure of my days will change for the better. Though I’ll have to make sure that I get out and interact with people or I’ll become a crazy hermit. Not a good thing.
Puppy dogs scared us. They had some sort of fungal infection that required shots and three weeks of antibiotic/antifungal pills. They’re still taking those. But they are no longer throwing up or having diarrhea, which is a huge win. They did enjoy the week of rice and chicken they got to eat for their meals. They thought that was a fine menu plan and we should stick with it forever.
A big wind storm came through and took down a lot of trees around. We lost some smaller limbs, but nothing serious. Hate to see trees go down, especially the old ones. Sucks.
Sunday, March 19th, 2017
Shades of Memory is done! I sent it to my editor and now I await her wisdom. I’m proud of this book. It’s super twisty and cool and I’m so hopeful that I’m not being delusional and that it’s as good as I think.
This week I had visitors from Montana and Washington. It was lovely to visit with both and today, Megan and I went to the Grimm sale (last day) and mostly everything was gone, but we got a few things, though not sure anything was noticeable in the show. But it was cool, all the same. I should have gone up a lot sooner, but today at least everything was 75% off. So there’s that. Ended up with some apothecary jars, a cool metal drawer that was once used for type, it looks like. Don’t know if we’ll ever be able to see it in an episode. I also got this plaque for a doctor with an award for studying nocturnal exertions, which I thought was funny. Other than that, not much.
So it was a lovely weekend, and tomorrow I get back to work and that will be a good thing.
Saturday, February 25th, 2017
I did that. Ran away from home and to the Rainforest Writers Village where I got less work done than I wanted, but I did finish the fourth Diamond City Magic book (Yay!!!) and did some work on the second Mission Magic book. I also got to meet a lot of people I didn’t know, and spend time with others I do, and it was a good time. Patrick Swenson is so amazing for organizing and running this. He’s just fabulous.
I came back to aid the husband who had had his wisdom teeth out right before I left and developed dry sockets, which were very bad. Painful bad. He’s improved, but is still having some pain. In other news, the girlie is quickly becoming a teenager and I’m quickly losing my mind. My stress level is up and I’ve got a raging headache at this moment. I’ve got to seriously figure out some way to get through these next five years or so. Ten? Shit.
I need to learn to meditate. And maybe yoga. And exercise myself into the ground. This might get me through the hateful hormones.
Now I’m watching this very odd movie that is alternately bizarre and funny. I’m very amused. It’s called Mr. Right with Anna Kendrick and Sam Rockwell. Tim Roth has always been a good actor, but in this, he’s awesome. He does southern accent like nobody’s business. Plus he’s a really a fabulous actor.
Today was lovely sunny. Tomorrow the rain returns. Damn. I was looking forward to another walk in the sun with the dogs tomorrow. Maybe it will be a rainy walk. Or I’ll do some reading. I’ve been managing to enjoy some lately. Hoping for more.
Sunday, January 22nd, 2017
I heard the term “Alternative Facts” today. It reminds me of gaslighting. And this is what came to my heart:
alternative facts say he
stop crying or he’ll
love you so
stop screaming or he’ll
love you to
to the moon Alice
and will or he’ll
love you loudly
and then he’ll love
the kids as much
Saturday, January 21st, 2017
I’m so proud of all the marches across the country today. The turnout gives me great hope. I’m not a good poet, but this arose out of the last year, yesterday, and my fears going forward and this is the thing that the marches today defy:
the shape of hate is diffuse
smoke at night invisible
agent orange, thalidomide, love canal
termite gluttony gnawing chewing
what they can’t find
and crave and demand
that stretches the stomach with
Sunday, January 15th, 2017
The past couple weeks have proven to be a whirlwind. Already. I’m almost done writing two different books. I plan to be done by the end of January. One is DCM 4, the other is this book that came out of nowhere and is huge fun. For me, anyhow. The writing has gone fast on the second book. Crazy fast. DCM 4 is complex and digs more into the the Tyet stuff and has some really cool twists. A couple are even shocking, I think. I can’t wait to see what my editor thinks.
Am in the mood to go digging rocks, which of course is not possible given that a) there’s snow everywhere, and b) the ground is frozen.
I have to confess I have yet to take down the Christmas tree. Part of that is sheer laziness. Part is the fact that we got it up late and I’m still enjoying it. But it has to come down, so I think since the kids have the day off tomorrow, I’ll make them help me do that.
We have a deep love of rocks, not that I know much about them. We sometimes go rockhounding to look for different things. We’re just getting started figuring out what we’re doing. We also go to estate sales and that sort of thing to look for rocks. This weekend, we went to an estate sale and had some great luck. Found a bunch of rocks and many were very cool. Some were already cut, some were rough. Hampton Butte petrified wood, tiger iron, lots of agate, lots of jasper, some other stuff I have no idea what it is. But very pretty.
Makes me want to go out and dig holes. We’re going to try to get to look for some limb cast as soon as the snows go. We figure the runoff this year will expose some good stuff. Or so we hope.
Saturday, December 31st, 2016
It’s that time when we all look at the last year and make goals for next year.
Looking back, last year was rough in a lot of ways. The world lost a lot of talented people, I lost friends, the family went through some tough times, and the world seemed to turn a lot darker. I also had a lot of joy in my life. I wrote things I am proud of. I made some new friends and I did some things that were on the bucket list. So it was a year with good and bad like most years. The difficult thing is I have real worries about what will happen next year and over the course of the next four. I worry for many things and all I can think of it we’d root ourselves deeply and hold on tight and try to look out for one another. Stepping into this next year feels like walking into a minefield.
My goals for next year are a little unformed. One thing I want to do is get regular exercise, for my mental and physical health. I also want to go do some cool hikes to places I want to see. I didn’t do much of that last year and I wish I had. I want to get bills under control and some debt paid down. That means I need to get more writing out there.
For writing goals, here are things I want to accomplish.
- Finish DCM4 by end of January
- Finish Beck book by end of January
- Finish 2nd Job book by end of February.
- write the anthology story I owe
- write a Crosspointe book.
- Release the Job book
Those are the things I know I want and need to do. After that, I’d like to do a 3rd Job book and write the southern spider story. I really want to do that last one. I also want to do a better job keeping track of what I do in the writing and how I’m progressing. The first three items have about 70-100K left to be written. The Crosspointe book may turn out to be more than one and so I’m not sure. Minimally it will come in at 120K.
Wednesday, December 14th, 2016
Actually, I prefer to call them hideous. I look for them. I buy one each year. This I only started a couple years ago. This one is this year’s choice. I found it at Michael’s in the bargain bin. Made me wonder how many they’d ordered and why? Are there other crazy people out there deliberately wanting ugly hideous ornaments? Okay, yes. I have a friend who would definitely pick this one out. Hmmm. Make that two. Megan and Christy, you know who you are.
This is a horrible picture. The light’s bad. But it’s a flamingo in hot pink high heels with a gold sequin tube top with a pile of blond hair with pearls around her head. Isn’t it awesome?
Wednesday, November 23rd, 2016
Went in this morning to the dentist for a checkup and cleaning. I hadn’t been for a number of years, thanks to getting busy with, well, moving, writing books, my son’s illness, everything else that happens in life . . . you know the drill.
Anyhow, I have cavities, plus old fillings that need to be fixed and redone. It’s going to be expensive. Very. Expensive. Sigh. I don’t really care about the pain of it–After all my health issues (all of which involved significant pain), I can handle it. The first cavity I ever had was when I was around 38 years old. Yes. I didn’t go to a dentist for something like 25 years after seriously bad experiences with my dentist as a kid. Yet no cavities. I don’t know why I developed them suddenly. Possibilities include change in body chemistry, drug prescriptions, anemia, thyroid issues, lack of fluoride in the water, the significant mineralization of the water, not to mention gnomes, mouth rats, tooth termites, and toothquakes of the mouth. Really impossible to say.
Anyhow, my first cavity involved a root canal. Go me! Overachiever! Then I had several more, even though I brush my teeth and floss and got checked twice a year. So looks like I’ll be in to see the dentist a fair bit this next couple of months. So exciting. Not.
I have everything I need to fix Thanksgiving dinner, but now am contemplating making lasagne instead. It just sounds good. With pie. And rosemary rolls. I’ll probably just make regular Thanksgiving dinner.
I hope everybody out there has a lovely Thanksgiving day, without any strife, fear, difficulties, or sadness.
Sunday, November 13th, 2016
I have been trying to gather my thoughts to express my feelings about this election and the next four years. I feel scared. Really scared. And vulnerable. That’s the word that sums it up best. I can’t imagine how other targeted groups feel, but as a woman, as a mother, as someone in the middle class, as someone who believes in equality for everyone–I’m really really scared. I’ve found myself crying these last days out of stress and those fears. I’ve been trying to pick myself up with some family things and also watching Christmas movies. But I still have lead in my stomach and I still want to curl up in a ball and pull the covers up over my head.
One of my friends said that she’s been in a low level panic. I’d say that I’ve been the same. My blood pressure is up, I’ve been in a constant state of nausea, and it’s been a real struggle to keep myself from sort of collapsing. This too shall pass, but I fear that these next four years will leave behind an aftermath like Hurricane Katrina. Only much much worse.
I have no idea how to feel better. I’m just trying to figure out how to deal with this new normal. Never in my life have I been so frightened by and for America’s future.
I’ve been trying to focus on writing and thinking maybe I need to write some lighter escapist sort of fiction. It’s not a lot to give to other people sharing my fears and panic and sense of danger, but it’s something. I have to focus on the the people around me and buoy them as much as I can. I need to be a port in a storm for whoever needs it. I need to raise my voice against hate. I need to speak out for those who are endangered and threatened. I need to be as much a light in the darkness as I can be.