Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
THE TITLE IS: SALEM'S PEEWEE HURRICANE
I was wishing to do an entry on everything going on but really do not know if I can get the words out that in a way that makes any sense at all, but I will try since a few people following my Twitter and Tumblr accounts have asked about my posts there.
We made it through the Hurricane ok. (capital H, always for me.) We were trapped in our apartment because the apartment complete parking lot and the streets around us were way, way under the water. We live on the second floor, had plenty of food and water, and had power so we knew we would be ok. We bought extra water supplies because the day the hurricane was due to hit our complex's water pipes burst and we didn't have water until that night. The next day while the rain was still coming down pretty bad we noticed Salem was having trouble doing the pee thing and he had did the deeds on some stuff the night before and the start of the day but because he kept trying to go in the box and nothing happen we got worried. We adventured out into the waters, they had gotten low enough for Wave's car to barly make it to the vet down the street, which itself was almost under water, and they put him on a special wet diet and we took him home. We thought he was fine because he sure let loose a pee storm, yea storm! on our couch but we were happy he was doing the pee thing, but after that he started all over again spotting around the apartment and not able to use the box. We took him back to the vet. This time they took X-Rays, gave him a shot, and gave us pills to give him. Poor guy two days in a row had someone stick something up his peewee. We brought him home and he seems ok now. He actually stood half in the box and peed in the floor and seems to be fine. This with the hurricane, Wave starting classes, money problems, and being faced with the fact that we can not take him to the vet that many more times for money issues has us at a loose end. Last night friends cooked us dinner to take our minds off things but when we got back home I couldn't sleep and stayed up all night with Salem. Wave went to work for the first time in like a week and I still don't know if I can sleep I'm still so worried about him.
The money issue really bothers me because I'm in pretty bad shape mayself, really sick most days, but it's my fault. I could have stayed at my old job, I could have took better care of my money, but Salem, this is my fault that we can not just say do everything you can think of to make him better. I'm not trying to play a pitty game when a fellow life I love is sick, I'm judging myself guilty. I really hate myself right now.
If I left anything out, God don't tell me, maybe I was able to put something totally out of mind.
C.
We made it through the Hurricane ok. (capital H, always for me.) We were trapped in our apartment because the apartment complete parking lot and the streets around us were way, way under the water. We live on the second floor, had plenty of food and water, and had power so we knew we would be ok. We bought extra water supplies because the day the hurricane was due to hit our complex's water pipes burst and we didn't have water until that night. The next day while the rain was still coming down pretty bad we noticed Salem was having trouble doing the pee thing and he had did the deeds on some stuff the night before and the start of the day but because he kept trying to go in the box and nothing happen we got worried. We adventured out into the waters, they had gotten low enough for Wave's car to barly make it to the vet down the street, which itself was almost under water, and they put him on a special wet diet and we took him home. We thought he was fine because he sure let loose a pee storm, yea storm! on our couch but we were happy he was doing the pee thing, but after that he started all over again spotting around the apartment and not able to use the box. We took him back to the vet. This time they took X-Rays, gave him a shot, and gave us pills to give him. Poor guy two days in a row had someone stick something up his peewee. We brought him home and he seems ok now. He actually stood half in the box and peed in the floor and seems to be fine. This with the hurricane, Wave starting classes, money problems, and being faced with the fact that we can not take him to the vet that many more times for money issues has us at a loose end. Last night friends cooked us dinner to take our minds off things but when we got back home I couldn't sleep and stayed up all night with Salem. Wave went to work for the first time in like a week and I still don't know if I can sleep I'm still so worried about him.
The money issue really bothers me because I'm in pretty bad shape mayself, really sick most days, but it's my fault. I could have stayed at my old job, I could have took better care of my money, but Salem, this is my fault that we can not just say do everything you can think of to make him better. I'm not trying to play a pitty game when a fellow life I love is sick, I'm judging myself guilty. I really hate myself right now.
If I left anything out, God don't tell me, maybe I was able to put something totally out of mind.
C.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
THE TITLE IS: MY LIFE HAS BEEN XBOXED IN...lame...
I know it has been ages since I did a proper post but that is good news, this means I have been busy writing and doing other things besides looking up cheat codes for my new(used but loved still) Buffy games and researching the seams on 1950's nursing uniforms. The last one was actually relavent to a short story I wrote but I will not go into it because right now it's way past weird and doesn't make sense even to me?
If you still want to keep up with me the best places are my Twitter and Tumblr. Twitter is mostly writings while working online; while Tumblr is mobile postings as well as random photos. Both of these have feeds on my Blogger, follow the link if you are reading from Livejournal. Ignore me if it makes you happy.
Man, that was a lot of nothing, lets try to find some...?...something??? See, my mad writer boy skills there?
Watch this book trailer and if you like you can pre-order the book. This book is written by a very talented writer I have known for a while and I can not wait until I get my hands on a copy of the book. I'm also going to request it at every bookstore, used bookstore, library, and maybe a few icecream shops to spread the word when it hits the streets.
As for me I'm as strange as ever, though now we have a hurricane heading this way and the water pipes went boom in our apartment complex this morning. That's some soap opera timing that is. So the storms coming may just effect my strange levels, one way or the other. Which is good with me and those I love, one way or the other.
C.
If you still want to keep up with me the best places are my Twitter and Tumblr. Twitter is mostly writings while working online; while Tumblr is mobile postings as well as random photos. Both of these have feeds on my Blogger, follow the link if you are reading from Livejournal. Ignore me if it makes you happy.
Man, that was a lot of nothing, lets try to find some...?...something??? See, my mad writer boy skills there?
Watch this book trailer and if you like you can pre-order the book. This book is written by a very talented writer I have known for a while and I can not wait until I get my hands on a copy of the book. I'm also going to request it at every bookstore, used bookstore, library, and maybe a few icecream shops to spread the word when it hits the streets.
As for me I'm as strange as ever, though now we have a hurricane heading this way and the water pipes went boom in our apartment complex this morning. That's some soap opera timing that is. So the storms coming may just effect my strange levels, one way or the other. Which is good with me and those I love, one way or the other.
C.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
THE TITLE IS: AT LEAST I HAVE NEVER KILLED A TREE FOR A STORY
My writing process is now: idea, write, story, edit, send, done.
Oh, and there is freak out at rejection, non-sales, and that overwhelming sense that I'm destined to fail at the editing stage no matter how creative my story is because I do not have the thought processes(you can replace with stupid but why be cruel)to polish the words into a situation that a translator doesn't have to get involved in.
But my writing process is now: idea, write, story, edit, send, done.
Move on.
Having a healthy attitude about writing rejection is right there with having a healthy attitude about God giving you a life bro... wait, that is rejection also...
Done, move on.
I have not been updating much of late or even been online that often to be honest because I have been working on getting a better house work schedule going and also writing every chance I get. Everyone else can find the bad things going on in the world and write about them on their blogs(I'll comment), and everyone else can make the cool icons and show them off on livejournal(been jealous of those for years), and everyone else can become successful and I will be happy for them.(I mean it.) With the level of sickness I have been feeling over the last year or so I'm happily just trying to find a level of happiness within me that doesn't keep me up all night and doesn't keep me from enjoying life. Yes, the world maybe crumbling around us, yes, God maybe a real big dick in his sick humor of putting a dream inside an empty vessel(my brain) but I am just me being the writer, the lover, the friend, and the day to day person trying.
I sound very high school when I get emotional on blogs. Maybe I should wri...well, finish a YA book?
Emo over.
Less modern radio moods aside, I submitted a short story last week to one company and another last night. As I have said over and over, just need to keep it going. Finished my notes off the 1st Draft of my next book and so the 2nd Draft will begin its life soon. The 1st Draft turned out good but lets hope the 2nd Draft does not have as many holes in it as #1 did.
C.
Oh, and there is freak out at rejection, non-sales, and that overwhelming sense that I'm destined to fail at the editing stage no matter how creative my story is because I do not have the thought processes(you can replace with stupid but why be cruel)to polish the words into a situation that a translator doesn't have to get involved in.
But my writing process is now: idea, write, story, edit, send, done.
Move on.
Having a healthy attitude about writing rejection is right there with having a healthy attitude about God giving you a life bro... wait, that is rejection also...
Done, move on.
I have not been updating much of late or even been online that often to be honest because I have been working on getting a better house work schedule going and also writing every chance I get. Everyone else can find the bad things going on in the world and write about them on their blogs(I'll comment), and everyone else can make the cool icons and show them off on livejournal(been jealous of those for years), and everyone else can become successful and I will be happy for them.(I mean it.) With the level of sickness I have been feeling over the last year or so I'm happily just trying to find a level of happiness within me that doesn't keep me up all night and doesn't keep me from enjoying life. Yes, the world maybe crumbling around us, yes, God maybe a real big dick in his sick humor of putting a dream inside an empty vessel(my brain) but I am just me being the writer, the lover, the friend, and the day to day person trying.
I sound very high school when I get emotional on blogs. Maybe I should wri...well, finish a YA book?
Emo over.
Less modern radio moods aside, I submitted a short story last week to one company and another last night. As I have said over and over, just need to keep it going. Finished my notes off the 1st Draft of my next book and so the 2nd Draft will begin its life soon. The 1st Draft turned out good but lets hope the 2nd Draft does not have as many holes in it as #1 did.
C.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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