Blargh

I’ve spent the weekend trying to kick a terrible cold to the curb. It doesn’t help that it’s been terribly cold outside as well. We had our first snow of the season on Friday, and I really could have done without it. The kitties seem to agree with me:

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George is not amused. Mr. Fluffy demands a return to warmer times.

On the other hand, it was very pretty to look at from my blanket cocoon…

Have you encountered any of the vile whiteness yet? Are you ready for it?

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Hay!

It was a busy weekend.  We built a chicken coop and hung gutters and tried not to collapse in the heat.  (I may have collapsed, but not from the heat.)

Still, despite all the busy-ness, I managed to take a few neat pictures of the hay in our newly-remodeled granary/rabbit house/cat house/chicken coop:

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I only wish I could have taken more.  There was a great view from the first floor, but by the time I grabbed my phone, we’d already strung up the chicken wire for the ceiling. 😦

How was your weekend?

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Photo 365 #337: The TMJ Blues

wpid-20150710_162907.jpgHaving disordered
Temporomandibular
Joints is just the pits.

Seriously. The
Pain’s horrible, the mouth guard
Hurts my teeth, and I

Can hardly open
My mouth. If only there were
A permanent cure…

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Photo 365 #257: Ode to My Car

My new car was
Pretty as could be.
I was quite excited to have
A car that worked, you see.

My old car was great,
And we had lots of fun
Driving round the state
To visit our friends one by one.

But now my new car sits here dead,
As dead as dead can be,
And I’m sitting here inside it,
Trying not to scream.

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My new car was
Supposed to last,
Not crash and burn
Remarkably fast.

It’s been a long day;
I really didn’t need this.
All I want to do is go home
And forget all about this.

It’s been a singularly wretched Monday,
And all I can hope for now
Is that tomorrow will be a better day,
Some way, some how.

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Photo 365 #231: Trials and tribulations

After months of only creeping, inching progress on my rewrite, I’ve finally managed to stitch together two parts of my book with all-new material.  Writing the all-new stuff was like pulling teeth; the words often flat-out refused to come.

I hate when writing is like that.

Nevertheless, I pushed through it.  I’m fairly certain that most of what I wrote is rubbish, but that’s what revising is for, right?  Polishing up the parts you don’t like?

At long last, I’m back to the polishing part.  The writing is going much more smoothly now that I’m in full-on polishing mode.  Still, part of me can’t believe how bad some of what I’d written is.  There are parts that are positively purple; they remind me of the steady diet of soap operas I consumed as a teenager.  There are parts that just don’t read quite right, for some reason; they have me in agony as I can’t quite figure out what’s wrong, never mind how to fix them.

And then there are the parts that just make me cringe, like whole-body, might-possibly-be-mistaken-for-a-seizure-type cringing.  People’s Exhibit A: the two-paragraph section where I started four consecutive sentences with the word he.  Talk about an epic facepalm moment.

 

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*cringe*

 

*groans*

*cries*

For the most part, I love writing.  I love the act of writing, the sheer physical quality of my pencil scratching out worlds across the paper; I love rewriting and making things shine.  But at the moment, I seem mired in the depths of suck, where everything is hard and it’s not looking to improve any time soon.  Maybe it’s because I’m exhausted and stressed about things other than writing; maybe it’s because I’ve been working on this story for ten years and I don’t feel any closer to finishing it now than I did when I started it.

Whatever the reason, I’m ready to be overwhelmed by the joy of writing again.  It’s been a long while since I’ve experienced the euphoria of having written something that you know in the marrow of your bones is good.  It’s addicting, that feeling.

I know I’ll find it again, but when everything else is so gray, too, it’s hard to bear that in mind.  In the meantime, thank goodness for things like this:

If you’re worried about not being good enough? Hey, let’s remember, I wasn’t good enough for 17 years. (If you read some of my negative reviews, then ha ha ha, oops, I’m still not good enough.) … Keep at it. Eventually you’ll knock over that brick wall if you commit to the vigorous act of endless headbutting.  -Chuck Wendig

Check out the whole article here.  It’s well worth the read.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to the vigorous act of endless headbutting.

*grabs economy-size bottle of ibuprofen*

*scampers off to writing cave*

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I’m inspiring – Part IV

VeryInspiringBlogAwardThe very kind (and very talented!) Mark Nolan has nominated me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award.  This is the fourth time I’ve been nominated (the second time this year, even!), and while these sorts of things are always fun, I am fresh out of interesting things to say today.

With that in mind, I’ve decided to share one answer from each of my previous posts, which you can read in full here, here, and here:

1.  I’m ready to head somewhere warm and stay till spring.  Yesterday when I left for work, it was -11°F with a windchill of -27°F.  This morning, it was -13°F with a windchill of -38°F.  Our windows are horribly drafty and our heaters are on their last leg.  I am so over this winter. (from my third award)

2.   As a teenager…

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There was another absolutely gorgeous sunset last night, and I was lucky enough to get a few pictures of it:

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Almost made getting stuck in the driveway worth it.  (Okay, not really, but I’m trying to find a bright side to getting stuck in a barely-drifted driveway.)

Happy Friday, everybody! 🙂

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Photo 365 #166: The Dentist

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Too bad I prefer Aquafresh to Crest…

I had a dentist appointment this morning.  I hate going to the dentist.  He’s very friendly, all his staff are lovely, and I have pretty good teeth.  Why, then, should I loathe these visits so much?

The cleanings drive me nuts.

Some people shiver at the sound of a dentist’s drill.  I shiver (and cringe and tense up) at the sound of the hygienist scraping the plaque off my teeth.  By the time she’s finished, my hands are tired and sore, my shoulders are wrecked, and I have a raging headache.

And that’s with my normal (read: preferred) hygienist.

The one I had today…

Photo 365 #165

Since I’ve been moaning about the state of the snow round these parts, I figured a picture of it might be appropriate:

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Believe it or not, this is the pretty snow.  The ugly snow is completely black and fills the ditches along my commute.  Yuck.

How’s winter treating you?

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Again with the inspiration!

VeryInspiringBlogAwardSeveral days ago, I was nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award by the lovely and talented Katrina Jack.  This isn’t the first time I’ve been nominated for this particular award (you can read those posts here and here, and a list of my other blog award posts is here), but I’m just as flattered now as I was then. 🙂

I’m sure you all know how these things work – you thank your nominator, you share seven things about yourself, you nominate others.  I thanked Kate for the nomination in her post, but I’d like to give her another shout-out: There’s a list of books on Goodreads that are Hugo-eligible this year, and Kate’s book Land of Midnight Days is currently at number 6.  It’d be great if you’d hop over and vote for her – she’s a wonderful author and a fantastic friend, and she deserves all the recognition she can get. 🙂

And now, without further ado, the rest of it:

1.  In just over three weeks, I will be the same age my mom was when she died.  As my 31st birthday draws nearer, I find myself becoming more morbid.  This, of course, is a continuing trend, because my 30th year has been rather morbid in and of itself.  And come this time next year, I plan to have one hell of a party, assuming I survive 2015.

2.  My new favorite song is…