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Crazy, I tells ya

Posted on by Sherri
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I sit in a quiet house for the first time in a week. A crazy blizzard plus several atypical days of subzero temperatures kept the entire family huddling in a thankfully barely-warm-enough house, but today, finally, our routine is back to normal. Finally, I get some alone time.

Until Mother Nature puts a stop to that nonsense on Tuesday night.

That’s right, we’re getting another (possibly crazy) blizzard which will lock us all in together for at least another couple of days, and possibly for the remainder of the week.

My children will have forgotten how to add and subtract by the time they get back to school on a permanent basis, but at least they’ll get their Little Big Planet pods just the way they want them.

Thank God for video games. And electricity, and heat, and snacks. And running water. Three days, I melted snow for washing. I don’t recommend it. The ratio of frozen pounds to melted gallons doesn’t work in our favor.

Anyway, the family will have a much-needed return to normal before we are hit once again. I have to go to Wal-Mart and elbow my way through the panicking hoards in order to restock my dwindling supplies; get all the laundry finished by tomorrow night in case the drain freezes again; gas up the car—and I hope I’m not forgetting anything.

Wish me luck.

Snowpocalypse, Oklahoma style

Posted on by Sherri
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I know we don’t get as much snow as some places, but come on. Misery is misery. It’s eight degrees with snow like tiny ice pellets. Winds 30–40 mph, pelting any foolishly exposed skin raw within seconds. I don’t even know what the wind chill factor is, but it’s definitely well below zero. As the leading edge of the snow passed through last night, we had thunder and lightning because a severe storm from the south collided with a snow storm from the north. Apparently the Gulf of Mexico and Canada are having a turf war right on top of us.

The snow doesn’t look that deep, but that’s because the land’s been scoured. The drifts are waist-high.

As crappy as it is here, I know it’s going to be worse as the system travels toward New England. Y’all stay safe.

Under the dome

Posted on by Sherri
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What’s up, my peeps? I don’t have anything to say today, but has that ever stopped me? Well yeah, sometimes. Not today! Aren’t you glad? *snicker*

So there’s this hurricane rain coming up from Texas. All around us, creeks and rivers are overflowing their banks, flooding populated areas. However, I think they closed the invisible dome over my city again, because we’ve fallen into the same pattern as last summer: rain dissipates as it approaches Tecumseh and re-forms on  the other side, or else we watch the rain curl around us on the radar while we enjoy white puffies and peeks of blue. I see the dark clouds on the horizon in all directions, but they stay on the horizon. I don’t want the flooding, but the anticipation of rain with no release is putting me on edge. Open the dome, people!

Still not writing, and I’m okay with that. The ol’ batteries are about half-way charged, so I’m on track to be ready to go when the kids return to school in a month and a half. The pull is getting stronger. When my agent sent me line edits on the rewrite of my synopsis, I was ecstatic to actually have something legitimate to do. I love the process, I love having a job to do. Working for someone else has priority for some reason, as when I was editing for Eternal Press. I’d spend hours on it, take pride in turning it in early. When my own manuscript was nearing completion, I worked toward the day I could turn it in to my agent, and somehow it made it more urgent than when I was writing for myself. I know for a fact when I have an editor waiting for my edits, or for a whole new manuscript, I’ll be working twice as hard as I do for myself. I’ll close the dome over myself and let the distractions glance off.

And yet…I’m posting anyway.

Posted on by Sherri
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I want to write a post, but what should I say? Should I talk about the wonderful weather? After months of complaining I feel I should talk about the good stuff, too.

I could talk about my pinhole glasses, but then you might think I’m a dork.

How about my new/old writing space? It’s the previously unusable, newly-dubbed sunroom, complete with wasps and ladybugs.

I could write about my definition of writer’s block, backed by personal experience. Or maybe something about the current WIP, soon to be completed. Or I could finish any one of the posts sitting in my drafts folder, dating back to the balloon boy hoax.

Nah. I just can’t think of a thing to write about. Sorry.