Tuesday, February 21, 2017


When you see me out and about the internet, you may often see me type OMG.  In my head, I'm saying 'oh my god' not 'oh em gee' and the letters are just an abbreviation.  Same with WTF and BTW.  I'm thinking the words not the letters.

But when I type LOL, yeah, I'm thinking 'el oh el'.  Which, to me, is shorter than saying 'ha ha ha' and somehow seems less sarcastic. Y'all know I'm over here finding something amusing.  If it's really amusing, I'm all like ROFL... which over the years has degenerated in my head to 'roffle'.  If I roffle in your general direction, I'm finding it more amusing that a simple LOL.

I rarely LMAO (la-mayo) at anyone anymore.  And I never put the F in the middle anymore.  I guess things aren't as F'ing funny as they used to be.  And nothing is ROFLMFAO these days.

I still say IMO on occasion, but I figure these days everyone ought to know that what I type is my opinion, so it's not as necessary.  I never put the H in the middle of that, ever.  My opinions are not humble.

I love how my friend, Silver occasionally throws BBQ in the middle of her acronyms.  It makes me LOL.

I only ever BRB when I'm chatting in FB messenger with the Kid.  She also gets graced on occasion with GGP, but that's between us.  (Yeah, if you don't know what GGP is, I ain't tellin' here.)

She also gets and gives the occasional K, which is really short for okay and occasionally blooms into KK.

And then, as we go on about our respective days we say TTYL or TTYS.  (Talk to you soon or talk to you later.)  When we're feeling silly sometimes it turns into something like TTYAC or TTYOTSP (talk to you after class or talk to you once the storm passes) or something similarly long and unwieldy.  Because that's how we roll.

Do you still use acronyms?  Or are they passe?  Do you care?

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 7

And what a week it was. 

I hammered out 12265 words last week, and that included taking yesterday off.  So, averaging 2K on the days I worked actually worked out.  And I had an epiphany on Friday night that continued through to Saturday morning.  To give you a hint, I was singing "This writer's gotta kill someone, before the day is through" ala Eagles while I was out fishing yesterday.  And therein lay the rub.  I was so pooped after fishing I couldn't write last night.  Ah, well, today someone has to die.

Speaking of fishing, I did a lot of that last week, too.  For more info, read the Saturday Fishing Report.  It doesn't include yesterday, though.  Yesterday was an exercise in patience and frustration as the biggest fish I ever almost caught got away and I spent a lot of time trying to get him to bite again.

I finished one book last week.  Granny Hooks a Crook by Julie Seedorf.  Cute book.  Fun read.  (BTW, the Amazon credit I mentioned actually did come through.  Yay.)

I also had a sale last week, complete with advertising.  Let's see.  I spent $40 on ads.  I made $15.  Here's hoping there'll be some residual stuff because I can't afford to run ads that don't at least pay for themselves.

Oh, and I weighed myself last week.  You may remember I used to be all focused on my weight.  And then I stopped worrying about it and resolved to just be more active.  Which meant I stopped weighing myself every goddamn week.  Now, I weigh myself when I feel like it.  Well, I felt like it.  And I felt like I was either going to be heavier or about the same as where I'd backslid to last fall.  Nope.  Down to 181.  That's a 14 lb drop from January of 2016, so yay me.  And I feel great, so even better.  Fishing.  Who knew?

Okay, that's it for me.  What's up with you?

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Saturday Fishing Report - 2/18/17

Well, folks, it's that time again.  Here's the report from your less than competent angler.

Saturday - The day started out at 61F and the world was being annoying, so I headed on out to the lake.  I picked a spot with a cove off one of the feeder creeks to TLR.  This one had loads of dead timber standing.  And with my new reel, I had tons of control to cast where I needed to go.  I picked a spot between two stands of dead timber and cast away.  First cast got a hit, but I missed it.  Second cast got a hit, but the fish got off after about 5-6 feet of reeling toward me.  Third cast was a winner.  14" largemouth.  And that was it.  The last bite I got the rest of the trip.  I got to the lake at 8am.  I kept trying for about an hour.  Then I moved to a different area.  No bites at all.  But the wind had come up fast and the haze had burned away, so I really wasn't expecting too much.  I tried there for an hour and then went home.

Monday - I went out in the morning again, even though this time it was like 39F.  Froze my buns off.  Caught nothing.  Then the wind came up and froze me worse, so I went home.

Wednesday - Hubs and I went out in the afternoon.  We spent a couple hours picking up trash at one of our favorite fishing spots, then we drowned worms for an hour.  We started getting hits right before 5pm, but the temps were dropping and the wind was coming up, so we left without catching anything.

Friday - Tried two different spots first thing in the morning.  First, the main lake.  I walked all over that place, from one end with ledges and dead trees to the other with a cove and loads of pebbly bottom.  Got one bite that took half the worm about 20' off the boat ramp and then not another one. Second, a feeder creek into the main lake. No bites at all.  Oh well.  I picked up trash and went home.

Equipment score for the week:  20+ sinkers (including a 5oz and a 1.5oz) and one old lure for us.  One lure, about 3 sinker (medium sized bites), swivel, hook rigs for the lake.

That's it for me this past week.  Did you manage to get outside at all last week? 

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Thursday This n That

I weighed myself yesterday and learned two interesting things.  1) my go-to winter clothes weigh 4lbs.  2) I lost 14 pounds since January 2016.  No dieting.  Just an increase in activity.  It was dance-ercising the first half of last year, if you remember, and then that fell apart right around the time I painted the bathroom.  Then the Kid was here.  Then I was a toad for a little while.  Then I started fishing regularly.  I think the walking up and down the lake and river edges, lugging gear, really did the trick.  Plus, I don't munch while I'm fishing.  Except maybe a snack bar when we're on the boat.

I've been watching Last Man Standing a lot lately.  If you ever see the immigration episode, it slays me.  When she talks about the Gatos de la Playa, and then later he tells her to release the beach kitties... ROFL...  "no back talk or I'll laugh while the cats scratch out your eyes."  LMAO

Yes, I am a strange woman.

Yesterday afternoon, Hubs and I went to the lake with some plastic bags and spent a couple hours picking up trash at one of our favorite fishing spots.  Well, he was mostly picking up trash.  I was pulling fishing line out of the ground.  I had a plastic grocery bag half full of tangled line by the time we were done.  I hate that shit with a burning passion.  Yes, I know it's a necessary function of fishing.  Hooks get snagged and line breaks off.  Lord knows I've had it happen often enough.  Which is part of the reason I pick it up when I see it.  Chances are it's not mine, but maybe someday someone else will pick up my line while they're out, and so on so on.  What I really hate is when someone respools and leaves their old line laying there.  Erg.  Police your trash people.

I smoke like a freakin' fiend when I fish.  And every butt goes in my pocket (once it's out, of course...LOL). The only thing worse than fishing line all over the place is cigarette butts.  Bleh.  And beer cans.  And candy wrappers.  My god, people.  Really?

I was sore and tired as hell by the time we got home, but I still managed to get 1500 words out last night.  Now I'm sore as hell but not too tired.  Because, hey, morning.  And coffee.

Okay, that's it for me.  What's it for you?

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Pep Talk

Umm, yeah.  I had big plans for bookiversary week.  But since only me and a handful of friends really seemed to care, I figured why bother.  Hell, I held a contest on my FB page with a $10 gift card and no one entered.  I had plans for other things, but it's hard to throw a party no one is going to show up for.  So, that's that.  The books are still on sale for .99 dollars or pounds through Saturday night.

I also did some advertising.  That was a rapidly deflating balloon.

But I'm still writing.  I rolled over 24K last night.  Still behind if I want to average 2K a day and have this done by the time my edits come back from J, but I'm feeling pretty good about the progress.  The book is, of course, a hot mess.  But I can fix words on the page.  And I know how it's going to end. 

I'm keeping my spirits afloat by listening to Andy Grammer.  And fishing.  And remembering why I started this self-publishing thing.  I don't have a huge following, but people are reading my books and most of them seem to be enjoying the stories. 

It's Valentine's Day and I'm here in my lovely home with my bestest and sweetest.  There's money in the bank to pay the bills, buy the foods, etc.  And I live in a beautiful place where eagles vacation and deer hang out in my back yard.  It's all good.

What's good with you?

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 6


Last week.  Let's see...

I just did the math and I ended week 6 with 7215 words written on Wish Hits the Fan for a total of 15089.  I would've gotten more out last night, but I needed to do some research to make it make sense.  Now it makes sense.  And it ties back to earlier in the story arc when I mentioned something that was never address to this point.  Ah, the things my subconscious mind layers in that I have to later figure out what the hell I was thinking. 

I've been working on some marketing to go along with tomorrow's 2-year anniversary of Dying Ember being published.  I have one ad going out today with Reading Deals and another one going out tomorrow with Booktastik.  I'll let you know how those go.  Oh, and both Dying Ember and Fertile Ground are on sale for 99c/.99p today through the 18th.  Spread it around.

After the reel debacle, I had some success fishing on Friday and Saturday.  No keepers, but bass are always fun to catch.  Now, I'd like to catch something I can eat.  I needs me some fresh fish in my belly.

The reading has, once again, slacked off as I concentrate more on my writing.  I started a book and DNF'd it.  The characters were irritating me.  Then I started Julie Seedorf's Granny Hooks a Crook (which is apparently the 2nd book... Derp.).  It's really fun, but I haven't gotten back to it in a few days.

It was 82 degrees F here yesterday.  =oO

Oh, and I got some books in the mail last week.  In Defense of Selfishness by Peter Schwartz and some Viking novel a friend had recommended (to round me up to $25 for free shipping).  I only ordered books because Amazon had sent me an email saying I'd get a $10 Kindle credit if I bought a non-fiction title.  So I did.  Then I didn't get the credit.  So I contacted Amazon via their chat help thingie.  The person insisted I got no such email.  I gave them all the particulars and then offered to forward them the email.  They gave me the credit.  Damn straight.  Well, supposedly.  They said I won't 'see' the credit anywhere.  It'll just be applied when I place an order.  I haven't done that yet, so we'll see.

That's it for me.  How was your 6th week of 2017?

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Saturday Fishing Report - 2/11/17

Welcome back!  Here I am, the less than competent angler again, bringing you how this past week's fishing went.

Obviously, the weather is unseasonably warm.  Monday I was out on the river in upper 60 degree F weather.  Tuesday, it was mid-70s.

Monday?  Yeah, I'd rather not talk about it, but that's what we're here for.  So, I went out Monday because it was warm and overcast with a slight wind.  About an hour in, my pretty pink Shakespeare reel bit the dust.  Then about another hour went by and my backup reel (a spincaster) spit out a whole bunch of line all over the ground, which got tangled up.  After cutting everything free, I called it quits.  I did find a huge fake fish on a massive hook to bring home, so it wasn't a total wash.

On Tuesday morning, Hubs and I did some reel research.  We decided to replace my pretty pink reel with a baitcaster that was in stock at Wallyworld, and since I had some groceries to get anyway, I went down there.  The reel I went there for was a Quantum something or other.  I ended up getting an Abu Garcia Black Max - because all specs being equal it was 1) an Abu Garcia and 2) $10 less expensive.  Hubs set it all up for me and I went out Tuesday afternoon.  Umm, yeah, if you haven't used this type of reel, do some online tutorials before you get out to the lake and look like an idiot.  If you don't know how to futz with the thingies*, you'll end up with a rats' nest of line in the reel.  I figured it out, but after untangling the reel about 4 times in an hour, I think I'll be going back to a Zebco closed reel.  (Not Shakespeare.  I've had enough of those and their short lives.)  Let Hubs use the open baitcaster.  Needless to say, I didn't catch anything.

Wednesday was another episode of the Further Adventures of B.E. & the Abu Garcia.  In all fairness, I think I would have these problems with any of the open faced baitcasting reels. (I'm not the only one.  Go ahead and use your google-fu - there are loads of videos on how to use these things.)  So, anyway, I wasn't ready to give up yet.  And I still wanted to fish.  I went back out to where I tried testing the reel the day before.  Tweak the reel, cast, tangle, sit down to untangle, tweak more.  I tried everything and finally got so I wasn't tangling every cast.  Still wasn't getting any distance.  My determination is that this kind of reel is not made for someone like me - whose go-to set up is worm, hook, sinker, bobber.  Next time I'm at Wallyworld, I'm getting a plain ol' regular reel.  And if I want to fish before then, I'll take the spincaster and just get over my dislike of those things.

Frankly, I wonder if the change to other types of reels was ever really a boon to fishing for regular people.  As I was sitting there untangling the line for the sixth time, I came to the conclusion that baitcasters, and spincasters, too, for that matter, are a huge hoax upon us normal folk.  With my little pretty pink reel and pretty pink 5.5' pole, I've caught all kinds of fish and had loads of fun doing it.  I've put food in the freezer with it, which is kind of the ultimate point for me.  Fancy equipment is wasted on me. 

Friday I finally went back to Wallyworld to find a new reel. I was intent on a Zebco, but when I got there, they had a Pflueger with a lighter weight and a smaller profile than any but the dinkiest Zebco, so I got that one.  It's a Trion 10 (prespooled with 75' of 10lb test.)  Hubs attached it to my pretty pink pole and set everything up for me, then we went fishing together.  I tell ya, that reel is like butter.  Casts awesome, retrieves awesome.  I discovered I needed to tweak the drag when I had a 12" bass on and the thing was squealing, but when I hooked the 10" later it worked like a dream.  (Hubs caught a 13" bass, too, so neither of us got skunked.)

Well, that's it for me.  Have an awesome next week and, if you get a chance, do something outside.

*It's a technical term.  This particular reel has a drag like all other reels, but it also has a thing you can set depending on weight of lure and another thing that determines drop speed or something.  It's all very technical, which is why I'm probably going back to something super SIMPLE.