Saturday, August 23, 2008

So There I Was...

ANTI-SILENCE SOLUTION: Tomb Raider; Graeme Revell
JAVA PRESCRIPTION: Caramel Crème Drizzle w/chocolate
MOON PHASE: Waning Gibbous

So there I was…in a lair designed to be beautiful, but I saw through its deceiving guise. I knew it was a dangerous place. Perilous, even. Here, there was tiramisu. It sounds like the name of an exotic dragon, or a terrible storm, but this is a much sneakier villain and I had to be wary. I’d been called to a rendezvous, and I expected code-words to be necessary…then they were spoken: “Table for five, with a high chair.”

Yup. My day was spent with writer cohorts at a secret locale known only as the Olive Garden. It’s a wonderful thing to spend time in the company of people who don’t look at me like I’m an idiot who should be on med’s when I say things like, “And then all the characters in my head started arguing with me about how they wanted the plot to be this instead and proceeded to point out why my initial idea sucked.” Ahhhh…to be at ease with creative folks. Ladies, I am grateful for the company and the celebratory mood and the gift--I'm flattered Michelle, really.

In the end, I’d learned much and gained new friends, but I was weakened...first by the ravioli, then by the cute baby. By the time it was all drawing to a close the tiramisu got me.

Can't wait until the next time, to relax in the company such fine like-minds.

Monday, August 18, 2008

I'm Back...with Good News!

ANTI-SILENCE SOLUTION: Last Samurai; Hans Zimmer
JAVA PRESCRIPTION: Caramel Drizzle w/chocolate syrup
MOON PHASE: Waning Gibbous

GOOD NEWS! 1 & 2

1.) The muse is good, and has been very kind to me this past week. New Idea under construction. I love this part…it’s like spring. Finding the sprouts of flowers you planted last year, smelling the world starting to green up, shaking off the cold and feeling like there is movement and life after a time of dormancy. In keeping with that analogy, my father’s passing was like a short winter, contained in those first hours and days, a sad season that will linger in my heart for many years to come. But getting back to my life, now, it is as if spring has sprung anew.

2.) My diploma finally came from that higher-learning institution that won’t be named because I won’t endorse them. My last class ended spring 2006 and I’m only getting my degree NOW. It should’ve been given 2.5 years ago. Might I suggest that those people who arbitrarily create in other’s the need to ingest voluminous amounts of Excedrin should probably not work in record-keeping.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Unexplained Absence Explained...

Hey all---

I’ve fallen into a rift, where the internet does not exist. (*also known as Podunk, BFE, Hickville, Middle-Nowhere, etc., etc.) In fact, this communication is being sent while clinging to the edge of the floor (the rift opened under me). See how devoted I am? Though I am told the rift isn’t permanent, I do expect to be absent for the next several days. Have fun without me.

Monday, August 11, 2008


ANTI-SILENCE SOLUTION: Last of the Mohicans Score; Randy Edelman & Trevor Jones
JAVA PRESCRIPTION: stuck on the Dutch Choc. Fudge & Sumatra w/ syrup
MOON PHASE: Waxing Gibbous

Hey...I just posted my new-member all-about-me over at:

Go check it out! They are an awesome community over there, lots of awesome writers as a collective to discuss the genre of paranormal/urban fantasy. Lots of non-writers who love the genre read it regularly to comment to their favorite authors and ask questions and read the discussions. I'm so SO SOOO jazzed and excited to be a part of FFF that, admittedly, I may have over-posted my initial hello...I read a couple other new member posts and it seemed okay to be a bit snarky and tell a little bit of unrelated funny stuff that makes you who you are. So I did, but then those of you who know me know that I'm rarely at a loss for words.

Tell me if it's too much??? (*blushing now, turning toes of one foot in like an embarrassed schoolgirl...*) Hey, there's an idea...where's my school girl outfit...where's my honey Jim?

HAHhahahahaha. See, I'm a goofball.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Death in the Family

ANTI-SILENCE SOLUTION: silence is fine
JAVA PRESCRIPTION: crappy Folger’s w/chocolate mint syrup
MOON PHASE: Waxing Crescent

I have been absent with good reason. My father died. His illness lasted several deteriorating years and his slow decline into suffering is mercifully over.

Death is a powerful thing. Everyone reacts to the inevitability of death, not just family, relatives, and close friends, but acquaintances and even strangers. I am pondering, letting it all stew in that warped little mind of mine. Those thoughts are not likely to show up here, though.

Funerals are all about the living saying goodbye. Within this family, there isn’t just one religion we all cling too. It’s more like we are divided among a handful of faiths, and therefore there are various ways the living need to attend to their parting and say their personal goodbye’s. Despite feelings of difference, we all shared a singular loss, and differences aside, with laughter and abundant tears, we all said our goodbye, and we said them in the manner that comforted us most. It was as perfect as such a sad parting could be.

I may not be on task this week, to write here daily. But I will get there.