I’ll get up any time now…here I go…

Having a hard time getting started this morning, due to a bit of a fragrance hangover from my outing yesterday. I went to OKC to see The Time Traveler’s Wife with a friend, and while I was there I did a tarot reading for her. The movie was good, the reading I’m not sure about. I’m very rusty doing readings in front of a live querant, because I haven’t had a real-life hang-out buddy in a long time. Years, even. It’s kind of weird, hanging out with somebody just for the fun of it, with no obligation attached. I guess that may make me seem like a real loser, but I’m sure we’ve all gone through periods of time where we put ourselves last, and that’s just what happened with me. I’ve never been one to collect friends like knick-knacks, and when you add in family obligations, moving around a lot and fatigue from health problems, it’s easy to lose touch with people. I’m happy I have the energy now to direct toward new friendships.

I finished my long synopsis for reals on Friday and sent it off to my agent. Thanks to all my beta readers, I’m extremely happy with how it turned out, which in case you didn’t know is pretty rare for me. I think the synopsis is tight and readable and, most importantly, informative–I just can’t imagine how it might have turned out better.

So now I’ll switch over to another project on the merry-go-round, which is editing these short stories from Eternal Press. One is almost finished, so my mini-goal for the next few days is to finish that one and get a good start on the next one. Then I plan to get the notes for my novel in order and work on that till I get stuck, and after that devote a day or two to a friend’s critique, then finish the second Eternal Press story. This merry-go-round method is really working for me. Instead of thinking about how many things I have to get done and becoming overwhelmed (and possibly frozen), I can focus on one thing at a time. Although I have the same amount of work to do, it’s more maneagable in smaller chunks. Duh.

Happy Monday, people!

The country mouse in the big city

I’m so tired, but in a good way. I visited an old college friend last night. Maybe it’s just a quirk of mine, but I always expect people to look completely different if I haven’t seen them in a while, and I also expect them not to recognize me. As you might expect, she recognized me just fine, and she is still every bit as beautiful and gracious as she was in college.

It surprised me how much we had to talk about. We probably have more in common now than we did back in the day. We picked up some Starbucks and pizza to take back to her apartment and got a little silly as girls can do. Of course the evening wouldn’t be complete without one of my trademark inappropriate remarks, but it made my friend laugh hysterically, so I guess it may have been worth it. I don’t know why I do that. I don’t have the balls to pull them off. Those remarks are why I have a love affair with my delete key. Wish I had one for my mouth.

But the night was great. Jen has a strength she may not recognize but which is quite obvious to me. She projects femininity and beauty in a way I wish I could. Her apartment smelled divinely neutral and so did she, and I hope to have many more evenings just like it. (Minus the trademark inappropriate remark).

NaBloPoMo Day 7: You get what you pay for

You want a post every day? Then you get poorly thought out, ranty-type posts like yesterdays, which wasn’t actually about personal frustration, but more of a “Why are we this way?” As far as the line about my life being devoid of romance, there wasn’t anything wrong. I’ve just been contemplating love in general, watching things unravel for some folks around me, and gave myself a dose of reality, something I think a lot more people should do. I’ve been married for a long time and plan to keep it that way. No marriage is perfect, and I’ve expected mine to be for far too long.

So anyway, that topic is closed. Whatev.

Watched Sweeney Todd last night with the hubs. It’s a musical, you know, so I expected him to call it gay and leave the room halfway through. But Tim Burton’s darkness combined with Stephen Sondheim’s strong, interesting rhythms made it okay for a strong, silent type like the DH. Oh, and don’t forget all the spurting throat-blood and heaving bosoms. Made for machismo.

Back in the day when I was a misguided musical theater major, the songs of Sweeney Todd were a popular addition to the student body repertoire. I was surprised I didn’t feel more nostalgia while watching the movie, and thought maybe I was well and truly over that time in my life. It has haunted me.

Then we watched the “making of” part, and that’s when it hit me. There’s no feeling like being backstage. I’ve always enjoyed being in plays and musicals and operas much more than watching them, and when watching, I get the most enjoyment from putting myself in their place. I’ve never been in a movie so I don’t feel that tug with those, but anytime I see behind the scenes activity, costume changes or taking direction or vocal practice with the pianist, a stone settles in my sternum and an actual wave of nostalgia surges through me.

And yet I know it was not for me. I find now that I have little in common with very many of the people I knew back then, so reconnections with acquaintances, and some old friends, fall flat. It’s a bit disappointing, but it’s also a relief, in a way. It means I have grown up (sorta).

And now we are at the end of another poorly thought out, ranty-type post. You get what you pay for.

Super-Chipper Girl

superchippergirlThat’s my new superhero alter-ego. Super-Chipper Girl blinds the bad guys with her dazzling smile, and giggles them into submission. Her weaknesses are rainy days and reality checks.  However, her super-chipper energy shield is self-healing, so chinks don’t stay long.

This whole thing started as my self-deprecating joke on Twitter and somehow…evolved. Darcknyt got an idea for a Super-Chipper Girl header, Falcon joined in, and the final result is what you see above. Then I bragged about my new header to Ian, who became inspired and promptly whipped me up a lady to go with the theme.

Pretty cool, huh? I’m keeping the new header for a while. It’s fun.