| Update |
[10 Sep 2009|04:14am] |
Yeah, I realize it has been a long time since I have updated you all on the goings on. For one thing, I am now a crusty old 29. Yes, practically age-ed. Hear my bones crack. For another, I have passed the 5-year mark of working at the bookstore. Cripes, that reminds me, I need to start studying that HTML...
Anyway, Jaime is still completed and awaiting me to get my butt in gear to find an agent. Lesley has been glowering in the back of my mind for wasting time and not working on her story. Flames has decided if I'm not going to hurry up and start his story, he'll start it himself.
My word, I kept meaning to update this thing, but I have completely forgotten what I was going to say! Go figure. Then again, it is 4:30 in the morning. Guh, I should be asleep. For some reason, I'm not really tired.
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| Books, books, books |
[09 Sep 2007|04:16pm] |
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Hey there! I know it's been a while since I wrote in this. Sorry. I've been writing like crazy and that's no understatement! Somehow in the process of working on characterization in Jaime, I got into Lesley's head a bit and now she's latched on, so she'll be my next project.
Or should I say, she's my current project.
THAT'S RIGHT! I have completed JCR (again) and have sent it off to an agent (per request) to review. I've had contact with this agent before and she's SUPER good at responding back...I mean I send an email at night and by the time I wake up, there's a response waiting. I feel spoiled already.
Rosemary had suggested a revision, saying that if I chose to do that, she'd welcome a second review without me having to send another query. So that got sent off on Thursday, UPS ground to New Jersey. Knock on wood!
In other news, the book store's busy. We have a problem coworker, of course, and two of our staff are moving away to college. *sniff* I shall miss them. I have five field trips coming up in the next two weeks. "Does anybody know the difference between a bookstore and a library? Who can tell me the difference between fiction and non-fiction? This is an award the author got for the writing. This is an award the illustrator got for the pictures." And so on. Five. *weary sigh* I just hope I can remember all I need to tell them!
Ooooh, and I got business cards! I've never had business cards before! I'm quite excited about them. I've been here for only 3 1/2 years. Oh, and another thing...I'm going to be a mentor for an 8th grader who's writing a novel for a project. I'm a little nervous. I've never been a mentor, short of the PAL program. But that wasn't really being a mentor, more like a big sister. Ah, Kayla. I wonder what happened to her? She was fun to hang out with.
I'm still doing RP and it's helping my writing along. I've dropped the character of Molly Weasley and now just play George Weasley and Luna Lovegood. Luna bought a house under Loch Ness! And George is dating Madam Rosmerta (they're in their "tweenies" stage right now and got together to keep each other company...a common occurence for them).
And in other, other news! I've been writing fanfics again. One of my friends and I've been coauthoring. We've completed one long fic and started a second. And that inspired me to write a short one of my own, 8 pages...twincest. I'm quite proud of it. If you'd like to read any of them, let me know!
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| Last day of the year! |
[31 Dec 2006|04:18pm] |
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Wow, Christmas retail is nothing to joke about. *phew*
Sister worked as a wrapper at our store for the last two weeks. My bosses and coworkers and the customers all thought she did a great job. She and one of my coworkers in particular got along great!
Christmas Eve, as we were driving up the driveway to go to the Christmas Eve service (better than last year, but still eh), we noticed a truck parked alongside our property. As we drove by them, we saw that they had stolen one of our trees. Oi. Christmas spirit, don't you love it? Speaking of Christmas Spirit, once again I was the only one doing anything to the tree after the initial setting it up. Nobody put on lights or garlands or decorations. As the tree was really tall, I had to toss the lights over the tallest boughs, never quite making it and getting it stuck quite often in the chandelier.
We finally got the tree decorated on Christmas Eve.
I held out until Christmas Day and then got sick. It stinks. We can't afford to have people sick, the schedule is so packed. It was Ali's last day of work yesterday and Sam's going to be working there about two more weeks or so. Sad. I shall miss them both, but we're keeping in touch.
On that note, I think I'll be going now.
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| Updating |
[02 Dec 2006|01:28am] |
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Life is t3h craziness. People at work are moving at the beginning of the year. People are getting married. Books are coming out. Good things come to ends and bad things keep cropping up.
Thanksgiving was nice, quiet, just the family and I didn't have to cook it all, for the first time in about seven years. Last year, we spent Thanksgiving with my friend Roni. HI RONI! It was great fun. This year the whole family was here. And then the next day began the season of insanity. Also known as Christmas Retail. It's only been a week since it started, but it already feels like an entire month.
For those who knew I role played, that board has come to an end, as all things must eventually. It was wonderful fun and excersize, developing the character over such a long period of time, that I couldn't turn down the offer to play Luna Lovegood and Molly Weasley on After the End. We welcome readers!
Not much else to say. I'll post again if I think of something, but now it's time for bed. Have a wonderful day!
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| One expensive day |
[15 Oct 2006|09:17am] |
This year for Halloween I plan to be a Viking. I've already got the helm (made from sparkly pipe cleaners) and I'm working on the breast plates (Sara Lee cheesecake anybody?)
Yesterday, Sister and I went to Sac to buy material. She so graciously said she'd make me the cape. Velvet was crazy expensive and they didn't have the right fabric anywho, so we got Moleskin instead. Then, on the pattern, we saw that there was a pattern included for making a tunic...which I was also in need of, so I picked out some taupe shirting for that. So the grand total for that trip was about $85, including a little silver clasp.
Then we went to Dimple Records. Yeah, that's always dangerous. There was so much I wanted to get. Luckily, we took a whole bunch of stuff we wanted to sell to them and got some nice store credit. At check out, I only had to pay $6.
After that we went to the mall, but didn't buy anything (OMG the Chococat stuff!)
A comic store next. It was haaaaaaaaaard to restrain myself there. I saw a 2CD set of Do As Infinity (J-Rock) and xXxHolic on DVD. HAD to buy those two. That purchase turned into $50. Then after dinner, we went home and started watching xXxHolic, only to find out that it was a pirated. We'll have to return it next week (which means most likely spending more money...eh-heh).
While at Jamba Juice, we saw a cool car, a Lotus Elise. Never seen one of those before. I'll have to remember to tell Brother about it.
Anyways...the day's total was up near $200. Yikes...ick. Spending so much.
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| On sandboxes and spending money |
[06 Sep 2006|08:13am] |
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Last night, and I really don't know what brought it on, I started thinking about The Old House. I grew up in Grass Valley in the same house for 18 years. As I was thinking about it last night, I was shocked by the things I had forgotten and that had become very hazy in my memory. For one, we had an enormous backyard that sloped downward and there was a swingset at the bottom on a little level spot. There was also a smithing shack in there, corrugated metal. Mom used to use that to put her gardening tools in. The flat spot at the bottom sorta curved around a little on both sides, one side holding the above-mentioned shack and the other a place where we raked the leaves and had bonfires when it was alright to burn. Along the path to get there, there were little shelves of garden and walkways. I think Mom put a bench under one of the trees, though that's very fuzzy. And at the top, right behind the house, we had a sandbox where we had our dinky little pool (when we used it) and where we used to jump down from the deck.
It was the jumping down that got me thinking about the backyard. It's amazing how much I don't remember, like what the shape of the sandbox was or if there actually was a smithie's firepit in the shack or not. I'm only 26. It's only been 8 years since I lived there and I grew up in the place. And the feeling I get when I think about the place is like it's a stranger to me, that everything in the old house is out of some movie or dream.
My trip was wonderful...though very expensive for me in the end. Brother and I went to a bookstore in Arcata, two in Eureka, and one in Willits. I found a few books that'll be great to read for my own book. I also did a bit of writing, but came to discover that introducing a trans-gender to build other characters was a bad idea since she's something of an attention hog (she must be a Leo like me). Now this whole chapter is about her, which I know the book ladies won't like.
I got a car stereo this weekend, so for the first time in 7 years, I get to drive around with tunes! It's wonderful, passes the time very enjoyably.
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| Small town |
[16 Aug 2006|07:40am] |
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Next week, I turn 26. Angie keeps pointing out to me that in four years, I'm going to be 30. I can't stop laughing. It's a surreal idea that I would be 30. I wear fairy princess tiaras at work all the time. I sleep with stuffed animals and call my cat Kitten Butt. I read japanese comics. I don't even feel in my 20s. My age is just a number to me, because even though physically I'm an adult, I don't feel like one.
Tomorrow, we're leaving for the redwoods for our annual camping trip. It's going to be so much fun! Sister and I have been working out to work up our endurance and strength for the hikes. I really want to take Friendship Ridge this year, but I don't think I'm in shape enough to. And besides, my dad usually goes with us, but he's got an injured knee that could be a problem. Mmm, I can't wait to go to Rolfs and The Grotto! We're going to be there for a longer period of time, too. YAY!
In our town, you hardly ever noticed that there were homeless people. Since we got a new sherrif, though, this guy has parked himself on the most visible corner, just sitting there with a cup next to him. He comes in and talks nonsense with us...well, to us, I suppose I should say. At least once a day. He's not one of the people who tries to get help or get a job, he's one of the people who expects that he can sit on his corner and expect that people will give him money. He's been taken in for obstructing traffic time and time again, but he just keeps coming back. He tells us that the police will eventually get tired of taking him to jail and they'll just let him stay on the corner.
Yesterday he came in and asked us to write a note saying that we don't obstruct traffic. I could tell Debbie was going to do it, too! Angie had to take her aside and say that we can't do that, saying we have to remain neutral. But I know that deep down, she'd want to write a note to the police, saying that he does obstruct traffic and it draws customers away. I know that I'm uncomfortable walking past him. I feel bad in saying this because I know there are some people out there who just need a break and they really need help. But this guy isn't one of those guys. I have a feeling that he decided that life was just too hard to make a living, so he's going to leech off the people who do and sit on his corner for the rest of his life. I've started making a detour to work because I don't want to walk past him. But I know I will see him because he comes in the store. But what can be done?
Debbie is one of those people...she's about my mom's age, but she acts like a little kid trying to be a teenager. My second impression of her, it was her first day and she came up to me and "playfully" kicked me in the butt, telling me to go to lunch. She's poked me in the butt through a hole in my skirt...repeatedly. She doesn't work, she does "busy work" (meaning she spends three hours downstairs in the kids section reorganizing it instead of shelving the new books, which will take us twice as long to fix). She has been here for half a year. There is only one coworker who likes her...and that's one of the managers. No matter how many times we complain...
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| Injuries |
[18 Jul 2006|11:00pm] |
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Did you know kitties have nightmares? Snockings was tonight while sleeping between me and Sister. She freaked out when Sister went to pet her. I pulled her away from Sister and ended up with a mummified arm, bandaided knee, and a long scratch from the front of my ankle to the back. bandaged me up (I ended up losing a bit of blood, so I wasn't able to do it myself...mmm, ashy color!)
She came away with three little punctures (two of which made the perfect possitioning of eyes, so she drew a little smily mouth...now she has a smiley knee!
But on uber-exciting note, I got a raise today! $.50/hr! For a person in the bookstore business, that's great news!
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| Proud and victorious |
[14 Jul 2006|12:00am] |
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I changed my tire on Monday. All by myself and it wasn't hard! I'm pretty proud because in the past, I've only helped. Now I feel a little more independant. I'm not such a damsal in distress.
I've picked up two extra days of work this month. That makes my total 22, a new record for work days in a month!
My next goal was to take and pass English 1A. I suppose it really was applying for school again. I put it off for so long, but I finally sat down and did it tonight. With each little thing I filled out, I couldn't help but think how much I missed the schools I've attended. I wish I could go back to Bethel or CSU. Even though I didn't like Bethel's music program, one of my English professors inspired me to write. And the whole feel of CSU was so wonderful, I even tried to go back once. I don't know why I have always ended back here, not that I mind, but there must be a reason. Why do I miss those places so much? Do I just feel guilty for screwing up the opportunities I was given and wasting Pop's money on the expensive tuition?
Applying for Sierra was really hard for me, because it was like accepting that I wouldn't be going back to any of those places. I'm sure I could go back to ARC, which would be cool (I really liked their choral and writing programs), but I know that I won't be going back to Colorado or Bethel. And I feel sad about that, a little depressed. But I'm here and I'm working and finishing my book. That's the facts and that's the way I've come to accept my life. But I know that taking English 1A and passing will be a big step. I've taken that class three times and all three, I've either dropped out or failed. And it's because of this stupid seratonin imbalance.
I haven't felt this feeling of unease and fear since last I was in school. Since the last time I dropped out. And with my original piano pieces running through my head (I've started to play again) it's just like four years ago. I'm afraid, but this time I have to succeed. If I don't, I may never be able to pull myself back up.
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[03 Jul 2006|09:01am] |
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Good morning, me. It's nice to be awake when it's so cool out, but I hate having to wake up early. Ah well, can't have everything, I suppose. Besides, I don't mind waking up so early with the job I have.
Unfortunately, it's a moneytrap, working there. So many tempting books and we don't really get paid the big bucks. So it takes a lot of self control, something I don't have much of. I ended up buying 28 books last month, breaking my record of twenty from the month previous. I'm buying 13 this month and don't intend to order any more. Pop asked why I was buying so much, since this is a great opportunity to be saving money for when I really need it (like fixing cars and getting sick and stuff like that). This is something I've thought a lot about, but with every little bit more that I feel guilty for doing so, the more manga I buy because it takes the sting off my depression and my lack-of-life. Yeah, I'm addicted to manga.
Mom just started getting weepy downstairs because we kids only do our own dishes and never anybody elses. She started pouting to Pop about it, saying the should start charging us rent. In a way, I'd be glad to have to pay rent to them, because then I wouldn't feel like such a worthless freeloader. And that would force Sister to get a job. But at the same time I'd want that, I also want to move out. It's an ongoing tug-of-war between feeling content with staying here and wanting to be on my own. But I don't make enough to move out and I've never done well with roommates. Gah, just thinking about it gives me heartburn. But it would be nice to get away from Mom, not have to be around her 24/7 (there's a person at work who's a lot like Mom, so it's like I work with her, too).
And on another sobering note, we went to a movie last night and I couldn't quite sit down in the seat. My hips were too wide to fit between the armrests. I had to sit on the very edge and then slide myself back to get myself in. I need to get in shape so bad, it's not even funny. I need to, so that I won't become one of the people they have get on the plane first so that the normal-sized folks don't have to wait for them. I'm not taking good control of my life. I'm not being responsible. But every time I see this, out come those damn brain-munchies and I can't dig myself out of this stupid pit o' shame. Depression, depression, depression and I have no chocolate. And it happened yesterday, too. It hasn't happened for a while and then all of a sudden, two days in a row. Debbie had better not get on my nerves tonight.
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| Sad, sad |
[19 Jun 2006|03:04pm] |
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When I came into work on Saturday, I was informed that a friend of one of my regulars stole 10 manga the day before. Angie printed up a list of the manga we say we have and I took inventory. In total, 21 manga are missing. It makes me feel betrayed. I spend a lot of time working on that section, figuring out what to order and try to make it as nice as I can. Then people think it's alright to steal from us. I know I shouldn't take it personally, but this is my forte at work. This is what I'm known for and it's like a blow to think that the people take advantage of all my hard work.
In other news...I started playing the piano again. I can't find the sheet music for the songs I wrote, nor can I find my favorite collection of piano music. But I remember enough that I can play a recognizable version.
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| Post for the 13th |
[11 May 2006|07:33am] |
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Since I'll be working that day, I wanted to make sure I posted this.
Happy Birthday, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jean_val_jean!
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| Because I just had to |
[04 Apr 2006|01:05pm] |
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Take the quiz:
Which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle are You?
Donatello
You've been described as 'the brains' of your family or group of friends. You're the natural born, 'Mr. Fixit'. You're also considered the most reserved, preoccupied with your own little thoughts and ideas. But that doesn't mean you don't hang with your family and friends! But, you still find it easy to get lost in your own thoughts...daydreaming often. You'd rather talk things out than fight. You long for a day when there's nothing but peace in the world, and when you can finally rest with your own thoughts. Violence is something the world could completely live without. One of your labels may be, 'true to blue friend'. You're strong at heart and powerful at mind.
Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!
YES! I got Donatello! He's my fav.
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[04 Apr 2006|12:38pm] |
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Does the number 37 mean anything to anybody?
Yesterday, I ran into this number five times.
I went to the bank with $77 in coins, put $40 in the bank and took $37 back in cash.
The manga I bought came to $37.
When I bought curly fries and a small soda at Jack In The Box, my change was $.37.
When I returned to my computer after preparing dinner, my screen saver was on, telling me it was 6:37pm.
As reading a manga, I looked at the bottom left corner and it informed me I was on page 37 (manga only shows the page number once every 20 or so pages, if at all).
So I have come to believe this number will have some sort of significance for me. Now to find out what the significance will be. Will it be my age when I get married? Will it be the number of books I'll get published? Will it be how many months it will take until my book is out in stores? Is it the number of days before I meet somebody life-changing? The possibilies are endless. Though Roni pointed out to me that the first three have to do with money.
And Sister informed me that tomorrow, at 1:02:03, it will be 01:02:03, 04-05-06. It only happens once every hundred years.
In other news, I have 4 subscribers to the newsletter. It's going well, though it's a lot of hard work (who knew it would be this difficult?). I'll be doing two a month, plus little mini-updates as needed.
Tomorrow, The Family and I are heading to LA to visit my friend and to go to Disneyland. YAY! Disneyland! I hope I have enough $$ to get stuff and be okay financially for the next couple months. This month I only have 9 days of work, but I have a return coming to me, $260! I'll just spend as I would if I'd be fine (I don't go all out and gety everything that strikes my fancy). Now I have laundry to do and packing, as well.
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| Full of empty |
[19 Mar 2006|10:40pm] |
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I discovered something over the years; I am a person who needs to create. I'm not comfortable at a concert because I can't be up there on the stage making the sound. I can't stand going to art galleries because I don't want to see the art, I want to create it. I need to be a part of art, and to be a part of art, I need to create it.
Sometimes it just hits me that, with the amount of time I spend watching movies and reading manga, I'm stagnant in my art and I feel empty. Maybe it's just cockroaches talking, but I feel down, empty, and fruitless. I tell myself that I'm not worthless because I've managed to write an entire book, I've managed to do a few rewrites, I have the gift and the ability to write well, sing well, draw well. I will get things done...eventually.
I suppose part of the reason I'm feeling so low is because my work schedule for next month...I'm working 8 days, possibly 9. I'm going to have to be really careful with my spending and my manga purchases (I'm going to Disneyland next month, so this is really going to damper my ease). I'm not the only person who got significantly less days. One of my superiors has had her schedule cut by about 10 days.
And another part is...where will I be in the future? What will I be doing? I can't see that being a manga seller at a small bookstore would be able to pay any kind of bills without my having to get a second job. I can't live at my parents' for the rest of my life. They'll eventually die. I can't rely on my siblings. Can I rely on myself?
And I suppose I'm frustrated with myself because I'm not actively looking for a boyfriend/girlfriend. I like it that way because I know that if I fall for somebody, it won't be because I want to be in love. But with the uncertainty of my future, it feels unsteady to have made no progress in the love area. I should be my own freestanding individual before I hook up with somebody, anyways. Gah.
In OTHER news, I have two subscribers to the Manga Newsletter. People really like the bookmarks I made to advertise it. I don't know if people are enjoying the newsletter or not, but I know a few of the people are pretty excited about it.
We had a great deal of snow over the last couple of weeks. I missed a day and a half of work because of the conditions. I also stubbed my toe on the sidewalk and got a pretty nasty cut, but that's healing. Yeah, I know. You needed to know that.
Anyways, I suppose I should head off to bed. Talking about it all helped.
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| Updates et al |
[28 Feb 2006|01:36pm] |
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It seems that all I ever do on here anymore is complain. Psh, lame of me. I wanted to give some good, exciting updates for a change!
A week ago, I decided to start a new project for work. I'd been thinking for a while that the people who read manga don't read our newsletters at the store, so it doesn't make much sense to put my picks in the newsletters, though I still will because of the offchance that somebody interested in manga does read it. So I decided to start an online newsletter, especially for manga. It's called 漫画喫茶店 Manga Kissaten. A manga kissaten is a manga cafe, little cafes in Japan where people can buy a coffee or treat and sit and read the manga they have their. It's kinda like a manga library where you have to buy something to peruse, though you can't check them out. Ever since I read about manga kissatens in Genshiken, I've loved the idea, so I have an area in my room that I call my manga kissaten.
I counted all my manga the other day and discovered that currently I have 145 volumes. Since I get about 8 or so a month, pretty soon I'll have over 200. This month I'm getting 10. Yipe! It's a wonder I make any money.
Another update is that on Friday, I joined a gym! Today was supposed to be my orientation, but the trainer who was supposed to show me the ropes couldn't make it today, so we'll have to reschedule. The guy at the front desk did show me how to work the elipticals, though, so I did get a workout. He put me on an intermediate course set for 30 minutes. Given that I haven't done an ounce of excersize in five years, I think I did a really good job. I didn't stop once, worked on that thing for the entire 30 minutes, and was going at a fair clip, too. I can do this. Making it through that half-hour non-stop assured me that I'll be able to do this. I just have to keep my goal in mind and keep a routine up. I'll get in shape, I'll heal my knee, and I'll finish my book and be able to take a stunning author photo for the book jacket. *click*click*
GO ME!
Now time to work on my newsletter!
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| Long time no see |
[17 Jan 2006|10:25pm] |
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My golly, has it really been that long since I've updated?!
Yeah, I've been either working, writing, or being sick. Lately it's the last two. I called in sick yesterday and today. I think I'm almost better! I've been having a good time writing. I've also been feeling pretty professional with my manga buyer title. I've been perusing the catalogue we got from VIZ. I sent an email to tokyopop asking them for a catalogue (they do one monthly, believe it or not) and a new company called media blasters (also known as anime works). Aren't I all spiffy?
There's not really much else to say. I live and breathe the book, but you all know that. I'll catch you guys at the next update.
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| I can see it |
[26 Nov 2005|10:25pm] |
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| Your Heart Is Pink | 
In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.
Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.
Your flirting style: Coy
Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park
Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant
What you bring to relationships: Romance |
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| One year death day |
[26 Nov 2005|10:03pm] |
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One year ago today, my great love Wocky died. The night before, I'd slept on the floor by the scratching post where I'd found her sick and she'd managed to get up and crawl under my covers to sleep with me one last time. She died while I was showering the next morning. We buried her under a gnarly old manzanita bush on the island and I cried a lot, but I worked that night at Cornish Christmas. I hung her collar up on my necklace tree and regreted that I hadn't gotten any more pictures of her as I put framed photos of her around my room.
She used to help me write, sitting in my lap and listening to me reading to her. I miss her weight on my lap and the warmth and vibration as she purred. My bed feels empty without her. Sometimes I see a little shadow in my periphery and I still expect that it's Wocky running into my room to sit on my bed.
A lot of things have changed since she died and it's sad to think that these things happened without her. I have three book people interested in my book. The book itself has grown a lot. My whole room is rearranged. I have a new computer and a new cell phone. I have a new cat. But rather than wishing I'd had more time with her and regretting how few pictures of her I'd gotten, I'm thankful for the time we spent together and for the pictures I have that help me remember what an incredible cat she was.
I hope God is reading her my story up there. I'm going to dedicate JCR to her when it gets published.
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We have a dilema. Sister and I will be in Sac tomorrow night and In The Life will be on ch6 while we're out. Our reception isn't good enough for the VCR to pick it up, so we can't tape it and we don't want to miss it. Is there anybody out there who could tape it for us?
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