Thursday, August 13, 2015

Thursday is for Think Tank: 13 August 2015

Normally Thursday is for Think Tank.
But I'm overwhelmed.
Seven projects to get done in the time it would normally take me to do *mumble, mumble, mumble*
So I'm off to the writing section of Ye Olde Writing Cave.
I'll be back with provocative thoughts about the greater world soon.
Very soon.
I pink-swear.


Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Tuesday Newsday: The News is, there is No News...yet.

Tuesday is for news of writerly stuffs and things which will amaze, astound, or at least entertain you.

We've agreed on this, yes?

The thing is...I wasn't able to keep up with my writing schedule for the first half of 2015.


I fell down on the job, as it were.
So this is me, picking myself up.
You know, fall down eight times, get up nine? It's a good motto. Now I'm working on getting up and getting a whole lotta writing done, so I'm outta here. On my way to make some Newsday stuff and things happen, so I can report them next time Tuesday rolls around. Until then, the news is, there's no news except I'm hard at work. I'll see you sweet babies in a bit, when I hope to have important progress to announce.

Friday, August 7, 2015

Fabulous Friday: 7 August 2015

It's Friday!

All by itself, that's reason enough to feel fabulous...and although I call Fridays, "Fabulous Friday", I really feel that way about every day of the week. 

It's easy to love every day when you're always doing something you love. Also key for me in loving every day is the simple act of getting up and remind myself, every single day, of the many wonderful things there are to see, be, do, and share--with friends, with family, with everyone who is in my life. 

So, here's to Fabulous Friday, my beautiful babies. 

Fabulous Thing #1 
Here's a picture of the Galapagos, Ecuador. My kidlet is freshly home from there, and still chock full of wondrous tales about the island, the people, and how very much she learned on her trip with Sustainable Summer. 

Fabulous Thing #2
My sweet kidlet is out and about with her dear Step-Meredith today...which makes for a supremely chill atmosphere in my beloved writing cave. No looming mama duty. Loads of coffee. Good times, good times. 

...and on that note, I'll leave you to find your own bit of fabulosity for the day. I've got a manuscript calling my name. 

Ciao for Now

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Thursday Think Tank: 6 August 2015

I googled images for Think Tank.

I was thinking, you know, a bunch of brainiac looking sweet geeks. 

Google be blessed, this picture to the left is what popped up on my browser. 

Oh, Google.
You are so winning the internet today, one hot Colin Farrel pic at a time. 

I had all sorts of savvy stuffs and things to talk about, but really? 

Who cares?

Let's have a hot Colin-fest instead. 



 This right here---->

These smoking hot guys cuddled up together.

Oh, now you're just messing with me, Google. Because this picture? I'm pretty sure this picture made my ovaries explode, and I don't even have ovaries any more. 

And last but far from least, this little gem from the Alexander/Hephaestion slash fandom...thank you, Google. 

Do you really need any other reasons?

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Work In Progress Wednesday: SooperSekritStuffs

I am in the final hours of the first draft of a sekrit project. 
A super-duper, secret-squirrel, EYES_ONLY project. 

I realio, trulio want to share this with you.                     

But...I can't. 
I am only an indentured servant, and...
My Squirrel Overlords will not allow it.
Disobedient grunts who unbutton their lips and spill the beans? 
Those fools anger the Squirrel Overlords.
Angry Squirrel Overlords revoke all ident-cards, party passes, and anything resembling fun for their indentured servants. 

Let me put this to you another way.

You know that wacky game, 
Exploding Kittens? Well, it's like when you're playing that game, and you get a certain card. You know the one. ------>
That one right over there. ------>
So instead of grooving along in your lowly indentured servant with a working squirrel ident-card status, you are suddenly whisked out of your happy writing cave--BAM--and thrust into a place where you are irrevocably at the mercy of those infamous Sekrit Squirrel Overlords.

Is it a little clearer now?

I mean, at this point all I can do is bow to them and write as fast as I can. 

Trust me, no one wants to be at the mercy of ANGRY Squirrel Overlords.
Not without a viable Sekrit Squirrel Ident-Card. 

...which brings us right back to why I can't share the current W.I.P. with you.
The Overlords have deemed the project EYES ONLY.

And the only eyes they're letting in on this are their own, my trusty co-author's, and mine. 

On pain of having my secret squirrel card removed if I crack, I must stay strong. 

Because this?
Is serious business. 
Serious squirrel business. 
On pain of punishment sooper sekrit serious squirrel business.

But don't worry. The party of the century, a.k.a. getting hints, sekrits and stuffs about the effing hilarity going down in this current W.I.P.---which by the way, I am expressly forbidden to speak of still---yeah, getting in on all that, plus a Sekrit Squirrel ident-card, some espresso, and various party favors, will be heading your way soon, my precious readers, soon. 

Well, at least for them that's kept their beans buttoned up and not told tales out the side of their sekrit-killing pieholes. 

Those as keep their beans where beans belong are invited. Given party hats and espresso. And this party is going to be THE party of the century. 

So buckle up, babies. Hold on tight. Squint your eyes shut if you must. 

I won't let the tiniest morsel slip. 
Sekrit Squirrel Overlords see everything you know...
I promise, in the end, the party will be worth the price of admittance
I triple pinky-promise on my sekrit squirrel ident-card.

Soon, my precious readers, soon.

Ciao for Now 

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Tuesday Newsday: Upcoming Stuffs and Things

Today is Tuesday. August 4th, and seriously, where the heck did the first half of 2015 go? 
Oh, yeah, that's right, it disappeared in a blur of bad tequila and dodgy brain days. Heh, just kidding about the tequila. That stuff is way too hardcore for me. Realio, trulio.

Anywho, you knowwhat I'm talking about, right? I mean those days where you start to do something, turn around and wonder how the heck you got in the kitchen in the first place? Then you turn around again, and it's 6 pm or 11 pm and you haven't done a damn thing all day. Well, none of the things you planned on doing that day. 


Here I am, and between the doctors and I, we've figured out a tentative plan for keeping my brain-pan from leaking too much. 

*I mean leaking in a figurative manner--no actual brains have been depleted of their juices in the making of my dodgy brain days*

A minimum of 4-6 hours of sleep a day. Plenty of quiet time. Keeping my exposure to overstimulating situations like crowded malls, etc. to a minimum. And the biggest thing of all, getting Kidlet on board with the whole "Help Mom's Brain Work" thing. She waits until I've had my first cuppa joe before she attempts conversation with me. She stops talking is I let it be known I've maxed out on my ability to comprehend conversation. If it's a bad enough for the record books kinda auditory processing day, she switches to ASL and signs to me. 

Eh, the process is not perfect, but at least we now have a working work in progress. 

And on that note, I have a writing newsflash. Heh. I'm writing again. Realio, trulio writng. Over the last week I've been managing to write a minimum of 2k a day. Considering the loooooooooong dry spell I've been through writing-wise this year, 2k a day is cause for celebration. 

And I CANNOT spill the beans entirely yet, but know that Rhae Camdyn and I are heavily engaged in bringing a SooperSekrit project chock full of hilarity to you in the near future. 

That's it for this weeks News. Hopefully I'll have more actual Stuffs and Nonsense to report next week. Barring that, I'll at least have some time to clean up this writing cave. 

*glances around at the somewhat frightening accumulation of suspiciously cobwebby type things and old gidgets and whosiwhatsits lining the walls of the cave...*

Phew. This place really does need sprucing up, doesn't it? I'll get to that as soon as I finish off this pass of working on my current *soopersekrit* Work In Progress. 

Ciao, Cherie