Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 16

It's that time again. 

I really don't have anything to update in the way of writing or writerly things.  I haven't touched WHTF.  I haven't done any marketing for NC.  I'm not even thinking about EG or any of the other books waiting to be written/finished.  Bleh.

I read one book - The Thirteenth Man by JL Doty.  It was epic, so it took a while, even though I couldn't put it down.  I'm in the process of re-reading Calumet K by Samuel Merwin and Henry Webster now.  I read it years ago.  It's a pretty awesome book with a very simple premise.

I went fishing a few times.  Then the rain hit and the temps dropped.

The rain... Man, it rained a lot.  I'm not sure how many inches total we got, but the lake level is up 5 feet from Friday morning and the Army Corp of Engineers is dumping water out the other end.

Most of the week was consumed with worrying about the cat.  Kira wasn't peeing the way she usually does.  Monday afternoon, she was meowing and spending a lot of time going in-n-out of the litterbox with nothing to show for it.  Tuesday morning, she was fine.  Tuesday afternoon, she was doing the thing again, so I called to get her in to the vet.  Wednesday morning, she was fine, so I cancelled.  She was fine again until Friday morning when I had no choice but to drive her to the vet in the pouring rain.  We didn't have an appointment, so I had to leave her all day and they'd get to her between appointments and emergencies.  They finally called about 3pm and said I could pick her up at 4:30.  Got there, and they were still running tests.  The blood work came out fine, but she does have a urinary tract infection.  Antibiotics for 7 days and an anti-inflammatory to keep her comfortable.  Yes, I should've just ignored her 'getting better' on Wednesday and taken her in.  Live and learn.  She'll really get better now.  As a preventive for the future, she's getting more wet food and some urinary tract formula dry food (if she ever decides to eat it).  If nothing else, we learned that despite her being overweight (14.6 lbs) and almost 14 years old, all her organs are in perfect working order.  She's fat and lazy, but she's healthy.  Or will be once we get this UTI kicked.

That's it for me.  What have you been up to lately?

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Saturday Fishing Report - 4/22/17

Hello again and welcome to the fishing report for less than competent anglers...

Easter Sunday - Yes, I went fishing on Easter.  We ate early and then it was just another day here, so I went to my go-to spot.  Anyway, the place was way busier than I thought it would be.  When I first arrived, some dude was hitting golf balls into the creek while his two small children stood at the edge of the parking area.  Then, once his friends had their boat ready, off they all went.  I took my gear and went to some ledges overlooking the river.  The bluegills were voracious little worm stealing bastards.  I caught 4 of them using just shy of a dozen worms.

Toward the end of my fishing excursion, a teenage boy on a wave runner decided he was going to sit in the river across from where I was fishing and fuck around.  He did donuts.  He waited for boats to come by so he could jump their wakes.  He was generally making an ass of himself.  Then he got bored and started trying to run over the Canada geese.  I was so pissed, but ultimately impotent.  Lucky for the geese, they're smarter and faster than that little shit, so no one got injured.

Monday - There was nothing on TV and I didn't feel like doing anything, so I went fishing.  Got out to the lake about 3pm and went to the park first.  Caught two bluegills about 6 or 7", but I was on a west facing shore and it was getting hot there, so I moved to the other side of the park where there was shade.  Nada.  Soooo, I moved to my go-to spot.  Got there about 5:30pm and cast out toward the point of where the creek meets the river.  Not long after I caught an 11" spotted bass.  Cast out again and almost landed a larger spotted bass (maybe 13"), but it got off about a foot from shore.  My fault for trying to horse it.  Then the bites there stopped, so I moved to somewhere I could sit and the bluegills were tearing me up.  Caught one of those *about 6"), but the rest were too wily. Left there about 7pm.

I found a lure on the east side of the park.  A little baby shad rattletrap.  I thought I'd try it when I got to the go-to spot.  Cast out, reeling slow, but nothing was interested, so I reeled in fast.  Just as I  got it almost to the ledge where I was standing, a big hog of a bass swooped out from the depths by the ledges headed for the lure.  It turned away at the last minute and I couldn't get him interested again.  That's the closest I've come to catching anything with a lure.  Ever.

Thursday - I went out in the morning, but I had some errands to run before I went fishing.  Then I got chatting with a friend of mine and never did get to the lake.  Lucky for me, it was still pretty good fishing weather in the afternoon - rainy, cloudy, warm.  And I managed to get Hubs out with me, so it was even better.  We got out about 4pm.  First thing, he gets a 10-11" spotted bass.  I moved over near him and was catching bluegills.  One time I was reeling in to check whether the bluegills had stolen my worm and two big spots followed my bait in.  Another time, I caught a 6" bluegill and when I threw it back in the water, a big bass came out from under the rock and tried to eat it.  So, I convinced Hubs to put a lure on and try that spot.  Nothing.  I put a fake fish on and tried.  Nothing.  Back to worms.  Caught an 8" bluegill, but threw him back because I didn't feel like cleaning gills.  A little while after that, caught another bluegill, threw it back, and damned if that big bass didn't try to eat it, too.  The whole time, I was seeing that damned spotted bass swimming back and forth in front of me, about 3-4' from shore and less than that deep.  Rude.  We left about 6:15pm and I told that fish I'd get him next time.  ;o)

That was it for me for the week.  We'll see what the next week brings.  

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Thursday This n That

I did not win the $234K in last night's drawing.  Not a single freakin' number.  No one won, though, so it's up to $267K.  But since I have nowhere to go today, I won't be buying more tickets.

Out of 9 hollyhock bulbs I planted, 7 are poking their leaves through the soil now.  Not sure if the last two are duds or if they're just shy.

The big poison ivy patch on the neighboring property decided to make a foray into our yard this year.  I made a foray of my own onto the other property and sprayed holy-hell out of the closer patch, then worked my way back, spraying the ever-lovin' shit out of any poison ivy I saw.  As of this morning, it was all wilting nicely.  If it bounces back, I bought more herbicide specifically designed for PI (regular herbicide doesn't work).  But I'm not worried.  I've killed all the PI in the yard and near the yard over the past 4 years, I'll kill this, too.

Like 15% of people are immune to poison ivy.  I am one of them.  Hubs is hyper sensitive to it.  So, I am determined to kill all of that shit and keep him from going through that.

A person can lose their immunity.  We'll see in the next few days whether my immunity still holds.  If not, I might have itchy ankles.  I tried really hard not to touch any of the stuff, but it's possible I might've brushed against stuff with my bare ankles.  Fingers crossed.

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

Tuesday, April 18, 2017


Every year about this time, we get one hen turkey who didn't join in the breeding festivities.  We have no way of knowing if it's the same turkey or a different turkey every year.  Since there really isn't much of a chance of distinguishing one turkey from the next, we simply call any hen we see by itself LT.  (Lone Turkey.)

Natural imperative being what it is, the big tom turkey - we call him Hans - doesn't recognize that she isn't interested.  All he knows is he didn't breed with her yet.  So, she'll be standing there eating corn and up he'll come on the trails through the woods.  He gobbles at her.  She ignores him.  He pumps himself up.  She ignores him.

Eventually either he gives up and goes away, or she gets sick of his antics and leaves.  Somewhere down the road, he learns his lesson and gives up entirely, leaving her to eat in peace for the remainder of the season.  Or until the hens currently absent because they're sitting nests return to the corn.  Then she has friends again.

Or she doesn't.  It's just as likely for her to eschew the companionship of the other hens, too.  She's her own bird, after all.

Personally, I like her.  Out there in the woods, doing her own thing.  Kinda like me*.  LOL

*Except I have my tom, and we both do our own thing.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 15

First, I hope y'all either had or are continuing to have a Happy Easter - whether you celebrate it or not.  Mine's pretty much over - we ate muchly of the ham and that's about it - so time to get back to regularly scheduled programming.


I took last week off for the most part.  With Natural Causes released and everything, and WHTF not due anywhere any time soon, I did next to nothing in the work department.  Oh, I did some marketing because AD was on sale.  (Still is through tonight.)  And I did some marketing because NC is a new release.  But not much.

Anyway, Friday I did work on some WHTF edit notes.  Then I got tired and went to bed.  One page of those checked off.

Did a bit of fishing.

Got quite a bit of reading done.  Looking back, I finished 5 books last week.  Make Them Pay by Allison Brennan, Good Bad and Sexy by Jennifer Lyon, Dead Before Dying by Kerry Schafer, The Delta Factor by Mickey Spillane, and Call of Duty by Louis Scott.  Only Louis Scott was new to me.  I'm now one book ahead of schedule on Goodreads.  We'll see how long that lasts.

Everything is doing its thing in the gardens.  Blooming: Irises, Dutch Irises, Azaleas, Bugle Weed, Roses, lily-of-the-valley, marigolds, snapdragons.  Soon to bloom: peonies, columbine, more roses, hydrangea, more irises.  Everything has leaves now.  My new hollyhocks are finally starting to poke up through the ground.  The new bulbs are still shy.  The new lavender?  It's hard to tell whether that's doing anything.

We have a new bunny in the yard.  BunBun2.  Although, there might be two of the bunbuns.  It's hard to tell, but I think the one we saw in the front yard is not the same one who came up on our porch.

That's it for me.  How's about you?

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Saturday Fishing Report - 4/15/17

Hello again and welcome to the fishing report for less than competent anglers.

Sunday - Got out early and hit the lake about 7am.  I went to a cove I know of with loads of standing timber, off a feeder creek to the main lake.  Caught one 12" spotted bass.  Then I got hung up.  I broke the line and the bobber just bobbed there, still attached to the rig.  Too far to reach.  I went back to the tackle box to re-rig and out of the corner of my eye, I see the bobber disappear then a couple seconds later, it pops back up.  Damn it.  So, I finish rerigging and start fishing again, but that damn bobber was driving me nuts.  I took my worm rig off and put a lure on.  First cast, I snagged the line with the irritating bobber.  The whole thing reeled right in, easy as pie.  No worm, of course.  I guess whatever took the bobber down unsnagged the rig for me.  Not long after, the wind picked up, so I moved.  Didn't catch a ding-dang thing over there, so I went home.

Between one spot and the other, I stopped by the bait shop.  Since I was there, I thought I'd ask the gal if I could use her bathroom and save myself the extra trip into the park.  She told me I could and where to find it.  As I was headed into the deep dark recesses of the bait shop, I noticed a big sign - No Public Restroom.  After I finished, I thanked her for bending her rules for me.  And she told me why she put up the sign.  A while back, she used to let everyone use her bathroom.  Then some people in a brand new red pickup truck (she stressed the 'brand new red' part) used her facilities with their children.  After they left, the bathroom was trashed.  (I won't go into details like she did. Suffice it to say, they were disgusting.)  Now, only people she really knows - frequent flyers like me - get to use the bathroom.  Why people have to do stuff like what those folks did escapes me. Pigs.  I told the gal, 'if I trashed your bathroom, I'd never be able to come in here again', she said 'you could still come in here, I just wouldn't let you use my bathroom', and I said, 'No.  I'd be too ashamed of myself to ever come back'.  Not sure if those people ever came back.   Probably not, because she would've given them an earful and made them ashamed, if they weren't already.  Sheesh.

Monday - Went to the go-to spot because I was feeling lazy.  Caught two bluegills - a 6" and a 4".

Tuesday - Tried a place I haven't been to in months.  The ledges I had fished from are underwater now.  But I did have some luck at a place where I'd caught bass before.  12.5" spotted bass.  Then nature called and I went to the park.  No luck there at all.  Too much crap in the water still.  I did manage to land a 2' circular piece of black plastic there, though.  Like a garbage can lid, but not.  Man, that sucker fought hard.  It was like landing a sea turtle.  But I did get it out of the water and managed to frisbee it up to where the park cleaners will find it.  And if it's still there when I have a big garbage bag with me, I'll get it myself.

Friday - Back to the Tuesday location.  The water's even higher.  I started out about quarter to 8am.  Fished deep.  Fished shallow.  Threw out as far as I could.  Walked up and down the ledges.  Went down the beach a pace or two.  Nothing.  Back to the ledges, as deep as I could set the bobber and as close as I could safely let it float without it getting hung up on the rocks.  Got a nibble, set the hook, and danged if it didn't feel like I was hung up under that damn rock it was near, so I jerked a little.  And then the fight was on.  That bass must've taken the worm and then sheltered behind that rock until I jerked him loose.  When I landed him, he was a spotted bass measuring in at 14".  Same spot about 10 minutes later, I set the hook which promptly curled my line around the end of the pole.  Made reeling fun, but I was still pretty sure I had something on.  I did.  3.5-4" green sunfish.  I would've used him as bait, but he was too damn pretty.  The biting stopped right there, so I moved farther down the ledges.  About 3-4' off a big submerged rock, I got nailed.  Landed an 8" bluegill.  Nothing else, but that one fish joined the other 3 I'd caught previously for a Friday night fish fry.

That's all for me this past week.  I hope you enjoyed reading about the exploits.  Until next week.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Thursday This n That

I haven't been to a McDonald's in ages.  Until yesterday.  Thus, it was the first time I'd seen the updated nutrition crap.  Next to each menu item is the caloric content of said item.  As if seeing how many calories a cheeseburger is would stop me somehow from placing an order for one.  I got two and a medium chocolate shake.  Ate the burgers in the car between errands and washed them down with the shake.  As an aside, why is McDonald's now putting whipped cream and a cherry on their shakes?  It's a drink, not dessert. Sheesh.

Which reminds me.  In Utah, shakes are super thick, so you can't drink them.  Really inconvenient for drive-thru when they hand you a shake and a spoon.  "What the hell am I supposed to do with this??  If I'd wanted a Frosty, I'd have gone to Wendy's."  Which explains why they looked at me weird the first time I ordered a shake and asked for a straw because they forgot to provide me one.

Yesterday was a road trip day.  I had to get the car's tags renewed.  Half hour up to the county seat.  But first, I had to get my car's safety inspection renewed.  But first, I had to dig up my personal property tax receipts from the last two years.  Slid all that into a file along with my insurance card and off I went.  My usual inspection site only has one certified inspector, and he was out sick.  It's not rocket surgery, but it has to be done by a certified inspector.  (The inspection consists of making sure all the lights work - headlights, turn signals, flashers, reverse lights. And that the horn beeps.  That's it.)  So, I go home.  Find another certified inspector and off I go again.  Get that done.  Head up to 'town' wherein I have to wait for a half hour for someone certified to flash all my lights.  The whole time I'm in the waiting room with a woman who can't stop jujetding.  Juh-je-ding?  Anyway, bouncing her knee up and done.  Which wouldn't have been bad but she was obese and the floor was less than stable and she was shaking the chairs.  Then she started tapping her ring against the metal of her cane.  Tap tap tap, tap tap tap... all the while creating a 4.5 earthquake.  I was seasick and on my last nerve.  I went out for a cigarette.  The other inmate of the insane asylum went out for a smoke, too, and we have a lovely chat.  But by then I was getting hangry.  Hence, McD's.  The DMV actually only took like 5 minutes, which was awesome.  The actual driving was smooth and uneventful.  My side-trip to buy cigarettes also quick.  I got home an hour earlier than Hubs expected me.  And I was still ranting about the juhjeder. 

Don't worry, Hubs didn't know what a juhjeder was either.  It's just a term we've always used in my family to refer to people who bounce their knees.  It's a sin in my house.  And Hubs had never encountered the word because it was bred out of me to do it, and I bred it out of the Kid.  Knee bouncers... the bane of my mother's - and therefore my - existence. 

Maybe not having been around a juhjeder in over a decade made me particular sensitive to it.  That's about the closest I've come to wanting to exercise some of my fictional serial killing skills in years.  Argh.

On a happier note, we have a bunny visiting the yard again.  The first bunny since last year's vehicular homicide of Bun Bun.  I have, of course, named this one Bun Bun.  If it works, why mess with it, eh?

On another happy note, I finally figured out what bird has been eluding my identification of its song for the last 4 years.  It's a white-throated sparrow.  I identified them visually years ago.  I just had never put the song together with the bird.  Finally, I heard the song and saw the bird making it.  I was inordinately happy about that. 

This is probably why a friend got me a shirt that says BIRD NERD.

What's on your this n that skinny today?

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Nature is Noisy

Sorry I didn't post this earlier.  Totally slipped my mind.  You see, I got a whole night's sleep without being awakened by raccoons for a change and it threw me off. 

"Raccoons?" you ask.  Umm, yeah.  Raccoons are not always the friendly-looking, forest bandits chittering away like funny little people.  Sometimes they shriek at each other.  When they're fighting.  When they're staking territory.  When they're laying claim to a mate.  It ain't sweet.  They're kinda vicious.  And since they do the majority of their lives' activities at night, they've been playing raccoon games after we've gone to bed. 

You see, in case you missed it, I live in the woods.  Well, I have woods on two sides, a vacant field with trees on another and the treed front yard.  Woods = critters. 

The first week we were here, something startled a wren at 2am and it started singing.  If you don't know Carolina wrens, they are incredibly loud little birds.  Anyway, it startled us both out of a sound sleep.  Also, at first, the morning symphony of birdsong was deafening.  And this for two people who lived a block from the train tracks in the little city where we had been ensconced. 

And then there were the coyotes.  Eerie sounding buggers. Sometimes far off.  Sometimes in our back yard.  (Or at least they sound like they're in the back yard.)

And owls.  We have barred owls and great horned owls here.  We had GHO back in Colorado, but these are closer and more frequent.  Big bunch of hootin' goin' on.

We got used to the trains.  We got used to the birds.  We got used to the owls, but that was easy.  We even got used to the coyotes.  We'll get used to the raccoons, too.  Not sure why those devils waited 4 years to get comfortable enough to party in our yard, but they're here.  Oh, we've seen them before.  They like to eat the deer corn after lights out.  But this is the first year they've been noisy about it.

Nature is noisy.  Still, I'd rather have all the nature noises.  The spring peepers are awake, so add frogs to the list.  And cicadas.  It's an entire orchestra of sound out here in the middle of nowhere, and so much nicer to my ears than cars and trains and the backbeat of some moron's car stereo at three in the morning.  But I got used to those, too. 

Now, I just have to find a way to sleep through 'Springtime for Raccoons'.  ;o)

What's noisy where you are? 

New Release and a Sale!

If you've already seen this over on Outside the Box, I apologize.  But I wanted to make sure the people who follow me here and not there got a chance to see this...

The long awaited sequel to Accidental Death has finally arrived.  (Well, I was waiting for it for a long time anyway.)  Natural Causes is now live across the board on Amazon (check your local listings or go here for English speaking Amazon affiliate countries).

To celebrate, I made Accidental Death a Kindle Countdown Deal.  It's available now thru Saturday for the low low price of 99c (or .99p in the UK).

And, as always, my books are all available for the Kindle Unlimited program which means they're free for subscribers (well, free after you pay you subscription fee, of course).

You don't need to read Accidental Death to understand what's going on in Natural Causes but, naturally, it helps.  See where I started Dennis's story, how he met Jillian, and the reason Dennis has got some baggage this time around.

Loads of fun for everyone.  Enjoy!

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 14

This is the week that was...

I spent most of last week finishing up editing, then proofreading, then formatting Natural Causes.  I uploaded it to Amazon Friday evening and it was live by the time I went to bed.  Then I was so tired, I basically did a 'it's live' post because I couldn't muster the energy to really woohoo about it.  And it's my eighth book, so the shine has kind of gone off the apple.  Okay, that's not it.  But anyway, it's live and I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  I really do love Dennis and Jillian, and their supporting cast.  I'm just drained.

What else...  I read some stuff.  The Bridge Over the River Kwai, which kind of wasn't nearly as good as the movie.  Then I read a super cute mystery called In For a Penny, which is the first book in the Granny series, if that tells you anything.  Old lady sleuths crack me up.

I went fishing a couple times to give myself brain breaks from the pre-publication insanity.

I did some yard work.  Planted stuff.  Weeded stuff.  Moved stuff.  Crap, I just remembered that i forgot to water the gardens last night.  Derp.  Anyway, everything's looking good.  Unless I keep forgetting to water it. 

I hid while the electric company came by and butchered err trimmed the trees away from the power lines.  They actually did less of a hack job in my yard than other places I've seen, probably because the first time they stopped I spoke with them, and then the morning before the whacking they stopped again and Hubs spoke with them.  They were very careful of my black cherry tree, but that poor elm.  We're hoping it survives.  It had to be done.  Limbs and electric lines are a hazardous mix. 

That's it for me.  What's up with you?

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Saturday Fishing Report - 4/8/17

Welcome once again to the fishing report for less than competent anglers.  Not much to report as I was up to my armpits in my real job - writing.

Monday was the first time I got out to fish this past week.  Big, dark clouds with some wind and mid-60s, so the expectations were high.  I must've been wearing a sign that said 'stop and talk to me' because I wasn't out 10 minutes when an older gentleman stopped and asked me how the fishing was.  An hour later a guy about my age stopped his car and told me I was fishing in the wrong spot.  The fish were to the left of the boat ramp.  He caught a bunch of big bass there the day before, it seems.  I went over there eventually, but the wind had blown up so bad, I couldn't stand it for long.  Not a bite.  Went back to the wrong spot and caught a half dozen 5-6" bluegills.  Moved slightly and caught a 7" bluegill.  The water was still really muddy with loads of crap floating by.  I saw a lot of bass jumping, but none of them wanted to get on my hook.  Oh well.

Thursday - I finally got back out again.  The first location I tried was a bust - in both spots.  One spot was on the east side of a point with ledges.  Nope.  Then I moved over to the west side in a cove, but the wind was blowing hard enough I couldn't get a good cast.  And no bites.  I moved to the go-to locale.  Caught 1 bass and 6-7 bluegills in about 2 hours.  The water was still muddy as all get out and they were all biting within 8' of shore, about 6' down.  I was still fighting the wind, but it was working for me.  I think the bass was a spotted bass.  About 12".  I say 'think' because it had no markings at all.  Solid green.  I had to go by the mouth size and shape.  Too big a mouth to be a small mouth and it wasn't big enough to be a largemouth, so I'm going with spotted.  The bluegills were all in the 5-6" range. 

We're sliding around to 'summer' fishing here - which means the weather is nice enough for people to flock to the lake on the weekends, and since I don't want to be around tons of people, I'll probably start sticking to weekdays and mornings.  It also means, I guess, that I'll be catching more bluegills again.  I'm fine with that.  They're good eating.  When they're big enough to bother with.  Over 7", but I prefer over 8" for filleting.  And we have plenty of those in the lake, so I'm good.

That's it for me.  Have a great coming week and enjoy the outdoors if you get a chance.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Thursday This n That

I've had my head up my editing / formatting / publishing this week.  My eyes are grainy.  My brain is short-circuited.  My ass is flat.  But I'm nearly done. 

The other day at the lake, I got to watch an immature eagle attempting to catch fish.  It missed both times, but I suspect with all the crud in the water, it may not have been going after an actual fish anyway.  Then it flew away.  Pretty neat to watch, though.

Crud in the water...  It's rained A LOT here lately. Which has washed branches, limbs, logs, leaves, twigs, sticks, etc. into the water.  The water is very brown with all the mud.  There's some garbage, too, but not a huge bunch.  I tried to get a big, pink, plastic funnel out, but it was too far away and I couldn't hook it with my rig.  I also saw what I thought was a Folgers red coffee container floating down the river, but I couldn't reach it either.  I got a beer can and two Styrofoam cups out, though.

Speaking of rained a lot, the lake is up about 6 feet from its lowest point this year.  Still about 3 feet below 'normal pool'. 

That's all I got, unless I delve into things that piss me off and there just isn't enough coffee in me to face that crap yet.  What have you got for me?

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Flowers Flowers Everywhere

I enjoy planting things.  Flowering things mostly.  Food plants and I don't mesh.  These days house plants and I don't mesh well either, but I have a dim house with very little direct sunlight.  (Part and parcel of living in the woods.)

In past years, I have planted mums, peonies, columbines, bugle weed, astilbe, lily of the valley, sedums, and a hydrangea on this property.  We already had a lilac, a crepe myrtle, azaleas, roses, and irises here - and I've moved all but the roses to better locations and the roses I replanted in the same bed. 

I also planted cone flowers and a forsythia, but they died.  =o\

Something strange hit my mums last year and the majority of those died as well.  But I still have a few, including one of the original four yellow mums I bought the first year we were here. 

Every year I plant marigolds.  I love marigolds.  And I usually get some snapdragons for the front blocks at the end of the driveway.  And the wildflower seeds I scattered in the cedar bed are coming up year after year, so that's good.  I like it best when I don't have to futz with stuff too much.

This year, I also planted lavender, hollyhocks, butterfly bushes, and a mixed bag of mystery bulbs.  They're all in the two full sun areas.  Keep your fingers crossed for me that they all survive. 

Already, my roses, azaleas, lilacs, and irises have buds or blooms.  My azaleas are freaking out with buds - if not leaves.  (Poor things.  I can't figure out why they have so few leaves.)

Anywhere, I hope to have flowers everywhere throughout the growing season.  Now to when the snow flies this fall.  :fingers crossed:

What kinds of flowers do you like?  Do you enjoy gardening?

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 13

Last week was the 13th week of the year, and it held the 13th anniversary of the day Hubs and I met in person.  Lucky 13.

Anyway, the week that was...

I got Natural Causes' final edits back from AWE on Thursday.  Worked a little bit on them then.  Ended up taking Friday off.  Worked my buns off last night and am at pg 150 out of 247.  I should be able to get that done today.

Before that, I got some work done on Wish Hits the Fan.  Then I made the executive decision to put WHTF on hold until after the publication of NC.

Yesterday, I also did what I should've done two years ago and made a formatting checklist, so all the steps to formatting a book for publication are written down.  Thus far I've been trusting my memory - a sketchy plan at best.  I'll talk more about the checklist tomorrow on Outside the Box.

Other things... I created a bookmark showing all 8 books...

and re-did my FB banner...
And I added Natural Causes to all my blogs' right hand bars and put Natural Causes on my Mystery page at Outside the Box.

I read two books last week!  Silver James' Seal Moon and Jennifer Lyon's Sex on the Beach Book Club.  Both amazing.  Then I started The Bridge on the River Kwai for a bit of a change.  So far, so good.

I did some fishing.  And some yard work.  And some cleaning.  And some personal stuff as we had a death in the family and I volunteered to do all the flower ordering for the immediate family.  1-800-FLOWERS came through.  And from what I've heard via Mom, everything looked really nice.  Whew.  I'm always unsure how ordering flowers is going to go.  Images of dead or bedraggled flowers dance through my head until someone confirms otherwise.

This week?  Getting ready for publication.  Barring natural disaster, this will definitely be out before the 13th.  Once I have it out and have a buy link, I'll let you all now.  And once I have the link to put in the back matter for Accidental Death, I'll be putting that on some kind of sale.  (Sale or free... Hmm.  Wait and see*.)

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

* I'm a poet and I know it, cuz my feet sure show it.  They're Longfellows.  ;o)

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Saturday Fishing Report - 4/1/17

It's April Fool's Day, but I don't celebrate that, so this is an actual fishing report...

Sunday - On the river at my go-to spot.  Man, was the water muddy from Thursday night's 2.4" of rain.  Full of crap - sticks, twigs, logs, leaves, garbage.  My sittin' spots are slowly disappearing beneath the water again.  :shrug:  Screwed around with worms, trying not to snag underwater detritus.  Finally started getting bites at a little cove off the river.  Landed one red-ear sunfish.  8.25".  Waited another hour, but didn't get anything else.  Which is too bad.  I love eating red-ear sunfish.

Tuesday - Hubs and I went out in the afternoon.  And it had come up even further.  We started out at the go-to spot, but weren't catching diddly-squat.  Then we went to the park - because bathrooms - and settled in on the chunk rock bank of a feeder creek to the main lake.  Hubs was trying out different lures and I was using worms.  Got some hits in one spot, but not sealing the deal.  Moved to a spot where I could sit down and just ignored the bobber for a while.  Until it slowly sank into the water.  Set the hook and the fight was on.  I'm yelling 'got something big on' and Hubs, being the gentleman he is, reeled in and headed my way.  I landed it without a net (which was good because we didn't have one with us.)  Walleye.  16".  Nice fat, healthy little cigar there.  Two inches too short, but that's okay.  Except he was it for there.  So we moved back to the go-to spot.  Nada until I let the worm drift closer to shore.  Wham.  5-6" bluegill.  First time I ever saw a bluegill jump out of the water.  Must've been doing his bass imitation.

Wednesday - Bad weather predicted for the afternoon, so I went out in the morning.  Got to the park with the ledges about 8am.  It was nice and cloudy with a little breeze and in the upper 40s.  About an hour went by and I was just getting into some nice bites when it started to sprinkle.  No biggie.  Then in the distance, I saw lightning.  I waited.  It took a good long time for the thunder to reach me, so I figured I was good for a few more casts.  Then it started to sprinkle harder, so I reeled in and started to pack up.  I heard the rain coming at me from across the lake so I packed faster, but not fast enough.  It was like some upended a bucket.  I scurried toward the treeline and beat feet up the hill toward my car.  The trees helped a little, but I was soaked by the time I got my stuff into the car and hopped into the driver's seat.  Soaked and totally out of breath.  I've gotten to where the hill isn't a big deal anymore if I take it slow.  Quick timing it?  Not so much.  And, of course, the weather subsided and we never did get the bad weather in the afternoon.  Bleh.  

Friday - Started out about 8:30am.  Went to a place I know of - a cove off a feeder creek to the main lake -- one with loads of dead trees.  A bit nippy at only 48F, but I was layered.   I mainly went there to see how the rising lake level had affected my fishing spot there.  Yah, I'm down to about 10 foot left of bank.  Another inch or two of rain and the shore will be impassable by foot again.  Bummer.  Anyway, I tried a bunch of different things, but only got bites on worms.  Caught a 13" spotted bass.  Then nature was calling, so I went to the park where they have restrooms.  Fished for a while there off the ledges on the main lake, but the water was so full of crap I was spending more time pulling leaves off my rig than fishing and nothing was biting for me.  (Two guys on a boat nearby were catching, but nothing big.)  Then I went to the place I caught the walleye on Tuesday.  Nada.  By then I was tired and my back was acting up from the lack of seating, so I went home.

That's it for me.  Here's hoping for a good next week.  I have some actual writing work to get done so I can publish my next book by the 13th, so it might be slim.  I still plan on getting out in the outdoors, though, so we'll see.  Have a great week and spend some time outside yourselves.  It'll do you a world of good.  ;o)

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Thursday This n That

I'm not good with remembering what day it is anymore.  Not for the whole day, anyway. 

I hate talking to customer service.  Anywhere.  But I volunteer to do it because better me than my loved ones.  I mean, I did phone stuff for work from my telemarketing job in college to my secretarial job right before I quit working for other people and began writing seriously.  About 14 years worth.  I've encountered just about every kind of call - irate people, ignorant people, heavily-accented people, argumentative people, and, lest you think all phone calls are bad, incredibly competent people.  So, it just makes sense for to throw myself on that grenade, ya know?

Anyone else ever notice that Hallmark sympathy cards are $2-3 more expensive than similar sized birthday cards?  If that don't just cork your tomaters.  Freakin' gouging.  Really makes me think less of Hallmark, lemme tell ya.

They're having a big 'pick up trash around the lake' day on Saturday.  Umm...  Yah.  They do this every year.  One day where everyone goes and picks up trash.  The sponsoring organization provides trash bags and bottles of water and has dumpsters set around so people can throw the trash somewhere other than their own garbage cans.  I find this mildly irritating.  It's something I do all the time.  But if I go sign up, I can do it on Saturday and get pats on the head and free stuff.  Oh well, at least someone else will be doing something, if only for one day.  I have encountered others like me, picking up trash on a regular basis, and I say kudos to them.  Kudos to us all, I guess.  I'd just like it all better if people would quit leaving trash all over the damn place so we all wouldn't have to pick up after them.  Jus' sayin'.

We're cereal mixers here.  My go-to is half Honey Bunches of Oats and half Life.  Hubs prefers Honey Bunches of Oats and Crunch Berries.  Sometimes Cheerios end up in there somewhere.    Sometimes I put a peach cup in mine (after I slurp the juice out).

Well, that's it for me.  Any this-n-that for you today?

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Doncha Hate It?

Doncha hate it when you get home from the store and realize you forgot something really important?  Exacerbated by the fact you live 20 miles from the store? So you have to schedule another trip?

Doncha hate it when you spell a word so wrong that Word has no clue and only offers up SCATTERBRAINED as a suggestion?

Doncha hate it when you forget to put coffee in the coffee maker and end up with a pot of hot water?

Doncha hate it when you think you're hilarious, but no one else gets it, so they look at you like you're nuts?

Doncha hate it when you walk out of the house with your t-shirt on inside out?

Doncha hate it when other people hate a book you loved?

Doncha hate it when you go to say one word but another word pops out of your mouth and everyone looks at you like you're nuts?

Doncha hate it when you're dressed to go out and you look awesome and then the cat walks by and magically throws cat hair all over your black outfit?

Doncha hate it when you're way out somewhere and you rip a hole in the seat of your pants?

Doncha hate it when you decided to go commando that day?

Doncha hate it when you call someone by the wrong name?  "Hi, Connie! ... Oh, oops, I mean Claudia."*

What's a 'doncha hate it' for you?

*In my defense there, Claudia really reminds me of someone I used to know whose name was Connie. 

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 12

Hello again.

This past week was an exercise in toadness.  Not even sure what happened there.  It was Sunday and then it's Sunday again. 

I'm up to about 93% done with making edit notes for Wish Hits the Fan.  I'll get that done this morning, then start inputting those edit notes.  One of the chapters near the end will be pretty much a rewrite. Since I was a moron and didn't number my chapters while I was writing the book, I have no clue which one.  All I know is that it's lame.  Other than that, I like how it's coming together.

I spent most of the week hypnotized by the Dr. Pol marathon.  It wrapped up last night with his 100th episode, so I should be able to shake myself off and do something this week.  I did learn few things, though.  1)  Familiarity really does breed contempt.  By about halfway through, everything Charles did irritated me.  2)  If I really had to, I could probably repair a left displaced abomasum.  3)  How to treat milk fever.  4)  Goat polio is a thiamine deficiency.  None of this will be useful in my life.  (Except maybe #1.)

Still dry on the reading front.  Reason?  See the paragraph about editing. Then remember that I edit on my Kindle.  Which isn't really an excuse, because I have paper books and another Kindle.  I keep picking up paperbacks and setting them on my end table, then returning them to the shelves.  Nothing's sparking my interest - because I'm editing, I think.  :shrug:

Spent a lot of time fishing.  Even caught a couple keeper bluegills.  Not enough for a meal, but it's a start.  It's just nice to have fish in the freezer again.  (Fish that didn't come from Gorton's, that is.)

Well, that's it for me.  You got anything to crow about? 

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Saturday Fishing Report - 3/25/17

Saturday 3/18 - It was a beautiful day.  I went out in the afternoon with Hubs and got skunked.  Noteable part of the day:  That guy a while back who was shouting expletives at the top of his lungs was back on the creek.  Umm, yah.  I think he needs to find a new hobby before he bursts an aneurysm. 

Sunday - Another gorgeous day.  I went to my go-to spot, but there were campers, so I left.  Went to another spot.  Got skunked.

Tuesday - The last gorgeous day before a Wednesday cold snap.  I got right out at the go-to spot by 8am.  Unfortunately, it's east-facing and the sun was in my eyes on and off.  I did catch a 12" spotted bass.  They were biting like crazy.  Too bad for me, a storm blew in.  I saw lightning before I heard any thunder close by.  Not wanting to get zapped, I said goodbye to the fish and went home.  Of course, it cleared up about an hour or so later.  I went back out in the afternoon.  It was warm and sunny, and windy as all get out.  I tried the go-to spot again, but the wind was so bad I couldn't get a good cast out.  I went to a different locale where there wasn't any wind, but there also weren't any bites.  I did find a brand-new looking lure (research shows it's a Spro Rockcrawler 55 in Red Crawfish - retails at $9.29* - cha ching), though, so not a total loss.

Thursday - I had an errand to run up north of here, so I took my gear.  Hit the lake about 9am.  It was the actual lake near a boat ramp and a highway bridge.  I fishing from the bridge to the boat ramp to the cove beyond the ramp.  Not a solid bite anywhere.  Another gorgeous day, though.  Found two lost spinner baits, a few hundred yards of line, hooks, and sinkers.

Friday - Perfect morning for fishing, but I got out later than I planned.  Hit the go-to spot about 9am again.  Winds were SSE at 18mph, which meant the wind was blowing up the river toward the creek.  What was weird was that the current of the creek was slamming into the wind blow current of the river and making an interesting spot on the surface.  As soon as I started throwing my bait there, I started getting hits.  Bluegill only, but man, was it fun.  Caught 5 bluegill - 5.5", 6", 7.25", 8" and 8.25".  The last two I brought home and filleted.  I should've kept the 7.25", too, but I've gotten spoiled on 14" bass.  Boy howdy was that 7 a fighter, though.  I thought I had a spotted bass on the line.  Nope.  So, I guess it earned its right to not be food.  It might not be so lucky next time.  I left the river about 11am - running from a storm I could see headed my way. 

Well, that's it for me.  Not sure what the week ahead will bring.  I'm on deadline and I have a lot of editing to do before the 30th.  Still, fishing is a great way to take a break.  We'll see how it goes.  ;o)

Have a great coming week, and get outside a little if you can. 

*This might explain why the expletive shouter shouts like he does.  If he's paying $10 a lure and losing them, that is.   I get mad when I lose a $1.98 lure - which I did on Sunday - but I swear under my breath. Just a very soft shiiiiit.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Thursday This n That

I'm really not sure where my head has been lately.  I totally screwed up Sunday's post.  I totally missed Tuesday's post.  But I'm here for Thursday.  That counts, right?

Monday got into the 80s here.  Tuesday was in the 70s.  Yesterday?  Freakin' 50s again.  Yuck.  As of typing this post last night, I felt gross.  I blame the rollercoaster weather.

I've been watching the Dr. Pol marathon all week this week.  (It's a daytime thing, so if you're not seeing it, that could be why.)  I've watched so much Dr. Pol, I can now predict what the diagnosis will be for quite a few of the cases.  The other day, I was watching a different vet show and telling the TV vet there that he needed to call Dr. Pol because the doc had experienced that very thing several times and knew just what to do.

When I was a freshman in high school, I wanted to be a veterinarian.  I even joined the local Explorer post for veterinary medicine.  I stayed with the Explorers - which ended up being kinda lame - longer than I should've because there was this guy in the post who was way hot.  The only thing other than the guy that I remember is a trip to visit a local dog breeder.  I was really excited about going and then it turned out to be this chick who was breeding bulldogs in her basement.  It was creepy and dark and smelled like poo.  Oh, the dogs all looked fine and were well kept and socialized, so not a puppy-mill, but totally not anything to live up to my excitement.  Totally wrecked the last vestiges of my excitement over the Explorers, though.  Plus, the guy totally wasn't interested in me.  Harsh.

Then I wanted to be a clinical psychologist.  Totally into delving into the human psyche.  Totally not into a lifetime of daily contact with mental people, though.  I switched majors my sophomore year in college.

I really should've been an engineer, but I suck at math.  I am awesome at figuring out ways to do things, though.  I was the one who built dams out of rocks and sticks.  I dug canals to move other water from where I didn't want it to elsewhere - usually out of the driveway and into the ditch.  When I'm trying to fall asleep, sometimes I try to puzzle out the problem of turning water into a usable, safe and cheap fuel.  H2O - hydrogen and oxygen both extremely flammable gases merged into something totally non-flammable.  If we could find a way to separate those atoms in small amounts to make the explosions minuscule, we could drive anywhere without relying on gas stations.  Yeah, I think about these things sometimes.

What about you? 

Monday, March 20, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 11

Yes, I know this isn't Sunday.  Unfortunately, I didn't realize yesterday was Sunday until it was afternoon and by then I couldn't muster the gumption to write an update post. 

Writing... Nope.

Editing... Well, I did do a little, but not really worth noting.

Reading... Also nope.

Cover and Blurb...  Both done and ready to upload to Goodreads.  I'll talk more about that on Outside the Box.

Fishing... Went Thursday - Sunday for 2-3 hours each day.  It's been gorgeous here.  Not great for catching fish, but great for the soul.

Gardening... I got the hollyhocks in the ground and moved a couple iris bulbs.

What did I do with my time?  :shrug:  I spent a lot of time watching the Dr. Pol marathon this past weekend. 

I had a major meltdown Saturday night.  It was spectacular in a very quiet and individual way.  I had the thought the other day that I was like the Enterprise (Star Trek) in a battle against the Romulans with Scotty shouting from engineering that he wasn't sure how much longer the shields were going to hold.  Well, they fell.  Which is how I ended up outside putting hollyhocks in the ground after sunset after much wailing and gnashing of teeth.  (Hey, it's my process.  I also did the dishes and would've vacuumed but I didn't want the noise.)  The shields are back up again.  Not full strength, but enough to stop from leaking atmosphere into space and having tiny crewmen bodies floating away.  If that makes any sense.

I've also had a low-grade headache for the past week.  I thought maybe it was my eyes.  (I do need to get new glasses, after all.)  I noticed something this morning about that, though.  I didn't have a headache when I woke up and I didn't have a headache for about an hour afterwards.  But I was on Facebook, reading the newsfeed when I saw a friend had made angwy face to something I was about to heart.  Instant headache.  And while correlation is not causation, I think there's a pretty good bet of where my headache has been coming from.  Yes, now that I think about it, my headache disappears when I'm fishing, too.  The world has gone stark-raving mad and I'm subconsciously reacting to it.  Exposure to insanity = background headache.  Tada.

I commented yesterday to Hubs, being funny, that it's gotten to the point where I would rather watch commercials than the news.  And we both laughed.  But the more I think about it, the more I realize it's true.  Which isn't funny at all.

And another thing... Wait, this was supposed to be an update post.  Well, that's really all I've got for you this morning.  Do you have anything to update?

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Saturday Fishing Report - 3/18/17

Hello and welcome again to my Saturday Fishing Report. 

It was a slow week for fishing because the weather pretty much blew.  And blew.  And got cold.  It was gross.  Lucky for my sanity, that changed on Thursday.

Thursday - It was in the mid-60s, so I talked Hubs into going fishing with me in the afternoon.  We went out about 2:30pm.  The first place we tried - what we call 'the ledges' - no bites.  So, we moved to another place off a feeder creek - no bites.  So we went to our go-to spot.  Hubs caught two 6" bluegills and almost got a third.  I caught two 6" bluegills and a 13" spotted bass.  Got home about 5:30.

Friday - Another warm day and totally overcast, so I went out in the morning.  I got to the go-to spot about 8am.  Tried several areas, with the worm set about 6.5' deep.  Nada.  But I knew the fish were out there because I kept seeing them surface.  I set the hook shallower - about 3-4' deep - and started getting hammered.  A 14" spotted bass was the first to make it to shore.  (I lost what I could tell was a bigger fish before it got close enough for me to see.)  Then I caught about four 6" bluegills.  At that point, though, I ran out of worms.  It was about 11:30.  I took another 30-40 minutes picking up trash again.  I must've pulled several hundred feet of line out of the shore, along with numerous rusted hooks, sinkers, etc.  Plus, beer cans and assorted garbage.  It's a never ending battle. 

I thought about going out again in the afternoon, but my body needed a break.  Maybe I'll be back out by the time you read this.

Have an awesome week next week, and take a kid somewhere outside.  Fishing, hiking, birdwatching... anything.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Fiction and Lying for a Living

Let me start out by making one thing perfectly clear...  I am a fiction writer.  I don't 'lie for a living'. 

Never once have I tried to imply that the fiction I write is in any way the truth.  That's what liars do.  They try to convince you that what they're telling you is, in fact, the truth.  No fiction writer I know does that.  We write fiction and we proclaim loudly that this is fiction.  It's not reality.  That would be non-fiction.  Or journalism...

Wait.  Scratch that.  Actual journalism is about facts and reality.  You know, TRUTH.  Not sure what's going on with what they're calling journalism these days.  I'd call it fiction, but I don't want those people associated with my profession. 

Remember back when the so-called memoirs of a certain person caused a hullabaloo because it was revealed that his non-fiction had been mostly made up? 

Remember back when that news anchor got caught making shit up about his experiences and foisting them off as the truth?

Remember when news networks used to carry reports of those embarrassments?

Well, now it seems the news networks have become the very embarrassments they used to report on.  :sigh:

Anyway, fact is fact.  Truth is truth.  Reality is reality.  Nothing anyone says or does changes that.  "Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away." - Philip K. Dick.  It also doesn't go away just because someone has tried to replace it with a homemade reality cobbled together out of whims and assertions and bullshit. 

Journalism and news - whether in written or verbal form - should stick to the facts and to truth.  Leave the fiction to the fiction writers, please. We have enough competition amongst ourselves, thank you very much.  And just as we novelists don't lie for a living, you shouldn't be lying for your living either. 

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Thursday This n That

Every day it gets a little more difficult to not post what I really want to post. 

The weather here has been cold.  Which means no fishing since last Thursday.  I really really hope I can get out today.  My sanity needs to drown worms for a few hours.

The jury's still out on whether the cold snap affected my gardens.  My peonies already had small buds before the snow and cold.  =o\

I really hate Windows 10 and I don't even have it.  But someone I help with computers via the phone does and it really sucks.  I have to google screen shots of things because I tell her where to click and it's not there anymore.  It's over there, or over there, or gone entirely.  But I am NOT going to load that crap on my computer even if having it here makes it easier to support her there.  What I'd really like is for MS to stop 'fixing' things that weren't broken to begin with.  And stop 'idiot-proofing' things so they're damn near impossible to do.  Gah.

I wrote this last night and I was feeling particularly bitchy.  I've been feeling bitchy for days.  And sometimes a gal's just got to let it out.  (Lord knows, Hubs has heard enough.)

On a happier note, I noticed one of our deer is pregnant.  I mean, most of the big does probably are, but this is the first time this year one of them is noticeably pregnant.  She's still carrying up around the ribs - natch, because they don't drop fawns until May - but she's getting wide in the sides.  Yay!

Okay.  Tell me something happy.  Or just give me your this n that. 

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Thought for the Day

Some days I just want to run around the countryside smacking people in the back of the head.  

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 10

Last night was the time change, so my clock says I'm writing this at 6:47am, but my body feels like it's 5:47am.  What a dirty trick those politicians played on the people of the world.  But they bought it and now we have this stupid clock resetting thing that doesn't actually do anyone any good.

'Nuff said.

Okay, so last week...

Natural Causes is finished with that round of editing.  In a marathon from 7:30am to 7:45pm Wednesday, I got 'er done.  Now it's with my editor for the next three weeks.  Which means I can stop thinking about it.  Kinda.  It topped the scales at 66620 words.  I doubt much will be added or deleted in the next round.

I got into editing Wish Hits the Fan yesterday.  Chapter One has been read-through and notes have been taken.  I meant to get to it Thursday night, but we had storms.  And I was supposed to get to it on Friday night, but ended up in a marathon phone call with the Kid right as I was getting ready to work.  Sooo, I did some work Saturday night when the snow had shut the satellite TV down to 2 channels.

The weather has been weird.  We had thunderstorms and tornado warnings Monday night and Thursday night.  We had heavy, thick snow on Saturday. 

Reading's been slow still.  I did finish that non-fiction I was working on.  And then I read Silver's latest Redeemed by the Cowgirl.  Awesomesauce. 

I cranked out a crappy blurb for Natural Causes to go with the not crappy cover.  You can see those over at Outside the Box.

Hubs and I did some major yardwork - pulling weeds for the first time since fall.  They were taking over.  But we got the majority of it done over the course of two days.  All that's left is along the side of the garage and along the back of the house.  Easy peasy.  Good thing it snowed, though, because I need some recuperation time. 

I bought some hollyhock bare roots to put in on the south side of the garage, but the snow prediction put that off until next week.  I also ordered butterfly bushes, lavender plants, and some grab bag type mix of sun loving bulb plants.  Not sure when those will ship.

As always, you can see what fishing I got up to on the Saturday Fishing Report.

That's it for me.  How was your Week 10?

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Satuday Fishing Report - 3/11/17

Welcome back again to the fishing report for less than competent anglers.

First off, let me make something clear.  I bank fish.  For the most part, I use worms.  I catch plenty of fish. And I enjoy myself immensely.  Which, I would think, is the point.  Apparently there's some kind of boat vs bank bias.  Meh.  We have a boat.  We use it sometimes.  But when I'm by myself, which is most of the time, I don't take the boat.  I've actually had better luck from the shore.  And WAY better luck with worms than lures.  :shrug:  As long as you're catching fish and enjoying yourself, it shouldn't matter.

Saturday 3/4 - It was a gorgeous morning, so I went to the park.  The idea was to go to that spot where I almost caught the whopper walleye.  Too bad for me, someone was already there.  I went elsewhere in the park, but no bites.  Then I had to use the facilities, and noticed that guy had moved, so I went to the spot I had originally intended.  But by then, it was too late.  I got a few bites, but no fish.  Still, enjoyed myself and it was, like I said, gorgeous out.

Sunday - Woke up to gray skies and 50+ temps.  Perfect.  I went to my main go-to fishing spot.  Got there at like 8:50am.  (Just in time for the wind to start gusting, btw.)  By 9am, I already had a fish on.  It fought like a champion and I wasn't really sure what I had hooked.  Turned out to be my first good-sized smallie.  14.5" smallmouth bass.  Felt like a male (no fat egg-belly).  About 10am, I caught an 11" spotted bass.  Long about 10:30, I hooked into another big fighter.  When I got it in, it was a 16" spotted.  My biggest bass yet.  Fat with eggs.  I swear she had to be over 2lbs.  With great sadness, I put her back.  Finally, about fifteen minutes later, I caught a little 4-5" bluegill.  By 11, I was tired of fighting the wind, so I went home.  2hrs/4 fish.  On worms.

Monday - Went out in the morning.  It was cooler and sunny.  And windy, of course.  I tried that spot where I almost caught that hog walleye.  Nope.  Not a bite.  Then I went back to the go-to spot.  Nope.  So I wandered around.  I finally got some back deep in a little cove, but they were all worm thieves.  So I put the pole down and pulled line.  Came home with a half dozen sinkers and a weird lure.  

Thursday - Tried the afternoon fishing thing again.  The temps were in the mid-70s and the breeze was nice.  It was blowing north, which works better for me at the go-to spot.  Got out there around 3:30pm.  Didn't catch anything until almost 5.  An 11" spotted bass.  Shortly after, I almost got what I guess was a 12-13" inch spot.  It shook it's head about two feet from shore and got off.  The only other things biting were little worm thieves.  I left at 5:20 because a storm was rolling in.  Thunder and standing on the bank with a graphite rod in your hands do not mix.

That's it for me this week.  Have a great next week and get out in nature, if you can.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Thursday This n That

I was this close to dipping into full edit-insanity mode yesterday.  I was walking around going 'thatthatthatthatthatthatthat...'  Then I made up a little song.  It went something like this, 'know know know, knowing, knowing, know, knowledge, know know, acknowledged'.  I stopped edits around 7:45 last night and sent the manuscript off to my editor.  That may have saved what little sanity I have left. 

Today, I plan to do yard work.  The weeds are starting to take over the driveway and the paths.

This new keyboard is a pain.  I keep hitting the caps lock when I shift.  Derp.

We had an immature eagle circling the house yesterday.  No, he wasn't acting like that wheel of cheese on those commercials.  Bald eagles don't actually get their white feathers until around 3 years old, if I remember right.  This bird must've been like 2 1/2 - 2 3/4 because he had some white, but not all of it.

I've been so focused on editing, that I only just now noticed my calendar says February.  Derp.

Today's Bird of the Day is a bearded reedling.  Cute and unusual looking.  Definitely not one I've ever seen. 

Okay, that's it for me.  Time to rejoin the real world and see what's happening out there.  Or maybe I should just go fishing.  LOL

What about you?

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Stormy Weather

In case anyone was wondering, yes, we did get storms last night, and we are fine. 

Of course, we were sleeping when the big one arrived.  The wind woke Hubs up around 11:30.  The thunder woke me up around 12:30.  Then we both went back to sleep.  (Not sure if he was awake from 11:30 to 12:30, but I know I wasn't awake all that long.) 

We like to say we live in the sweet spot.  In the past four years, many storms have blown through, but they all seem to miss hitting us directly.  :fingers crossed: 

This morning, I scrolled back through the local news' FB posts.  Appears like our county was never 'storm warned' or 'tornado warned' or anything.  Of course, they care very little for us down here away from the more heavily populated counties, so there could've been a warning or two and we didn't make it to the FB feed.  :shrug: 

I woke to a message on FB this morning from my oldest brother warning me that the storm was on the way like quarter inch hail.  Didn't get that either.

Hubs said it sounded like we got rain.  We needed that.  He'll check the rain gauge once it gets light out.  Then we'll both give the property a cursory once-over to make sure we didn't get any damage anywhere.  (Not out in the woods, though.  It's warm enough for ticks and snakes, so the trees out there are on their own.)  I do wonder if the big limb that's been hanging by a vine out in the canopy has finally fallen.  Usually we watch it swing in the wind, but it hasn't fallen in three years, so I'm giving it a 50/50 shot.

Anyway, it's all good here.  We didn't even lose power.  Yay.  And now I can finish editing Natural Causes because after last night's push, I'm like this close.  Or maybe I'll go fishing.  Cuz that's how I roll.

What about you?  Storms last night?  Are you getting them today?  Hang in there and stay safe if you are.  :hugs:

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 9

Back around again to the Sunday Update.

First, I screwed up and did not post every day last week.  In fact, I totally missed Monday and Tuesday, thereby breaking my resolution to post every day in 2017.  Derp.  And then I posted twice on Wednesday, which was another derp moment.  In my defense... never mind, I have no defense.

Okay, so here's the dealie-bob on Week 8...

I got my edits back for Natural Causes on the 1st.  I finished that day as my last day off and then got to work on the 2nd.  As of last night, I'm 122 pages in on the 238 page total in the line by line edits, and I have a couple pages worth of edits notes I'll have to apply after I get the line by line thing done.  (I learned to do the line by line thing first, otherwise I make changes and can't find the lines she thought needed edits.)

I also did the very first things I needed to do to start editing Wish Hits the Fan - I emailed it to my Kindle and set myself up in the living room with a big notebook and a red pen.  I will start on that sometime today.

In reading, I didn't really do jack.  I'm slogging my way through a non-fic hardcover.  But that'll be put on hold until I get a handle on my double book editing thing.

I did go fishing.  Caught one keeper and we ate it.

Spent some time trying to maintain my sanity when it seems like the whole damn world has gone crazypants.  And that's no small feat, lemme tell ya.  Acronym of the week?  FFS (for f*ck's sake).  As in, 'Oh, FFS.'

Got my shot, so that'll help keep my sanity on an even keel for the next twelve weeks.  You do not want to be around me when the hormones run out.  Of course, it wasn't a smooth experience this time.  First, there was a paperwork snafu at the office wherein they thought I hadn't gotten my last shot and I had to prove it to them (thank goodness for billing).  Then my regular nurse was on vacation, so I got a temp nurse who was 'in training'.  Yeah, I cringed, too.  Then the PA tried to convince me that no, I didn't want the shot in my arm like I always get.  I'm like 'I have to have it there because I can't have it in my hip because...'  I really hate having to explain all that when it should already be in my chart which they should've already read before I got there.  :endrant:  Suffice it to say, my nurse should never be allowed to go on vacation again when I'm scheduled for an appt.  ;o)

Other than that, we had the first thunderstorm of 2017.  That was interesting.  The rest of the week was lovely, though.

How was your week?

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Saturday Fishing Update - 3/4/17

Hey all, and welcome to the fishing report for less than competent anglers...  Let's jump right into it, shall we?

Sunday 3/5 - It was overcast and cool when I started fishing about 2:30pm.  The bank thermometer said 47F.  No wind here at the house, but a pretty good breeze going out at the river.  Hit the go-to spot again, because, hey, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.  Sure enough, the bass were biting.  I was on the river proper for about 10 minutes with no bites, so I moved to the feeder creek where it enters the river.  Wham!  12" spotted bass.  Then nothing so I moved to the river just off where the creek enters it.  Got some bites.  Then I got hung up and my feet were beginning to hurt from standing, so I rigged back up and went to my favorite spot where there's a good sittin' rock.  Nothing farther out, but up close wham! 12.5" spotted bass.  Put it back and threw out again.  Nibbles and a 6" bluegill.  Threw out farther and wham! 13.5" spotted bass.  Then nothing.  Went back to the creek a little ways in from where it enters the river and there's a bit of a sandbar.  Wham! 14" spotted bass.  Nothing for a little while, so I threw out into the creek away from the sandbar as far as I could cast.  It drifted about 5-10' closer and wham! 15.25" spotted.  Kept her.  Since each successive catch was bigger than the last (excepting the bluegill) I kept fishing, but they stopped biting.  About 5:30pm I went home.  Cleaned that fish and discovered it was a girl.  Full of eggs.  Crap.  So, that's the last keeper I'll be keeping until after the spawn.  Gotta make sure we have loads of babies for future years of fishing, doncha know.  Kinda sucks, cuz I do love me some panfried spotted bass.  Yummers.

Monday - went to the same place with Hubs.  Got there about 3:30pm, fished until 5:30.  It was a little warmer and a little windier, but otherwise same same. Not a ding dang bite.

Tuesday - ate Sunday's fish.  It was awesome.  

Thursday - out in the afternoon to the same place.  It was in the low 60s with a stiff wind, blowing in the opposite direction as Monday.  This made for some really awesome long casts and I got some major bites.  Something out there was nailing my bait.  I suspect walleye.  Anyway, whatever it was, I didn't catch it.  But I didn't get skunked. I landed one 5-6" bluegill.  Go me.  As I was leaving at 5pm, a man arrived with his kids, a little boy and a little girl.  They had their little rods.  It was so cute.  I told him things were starting to bite and he asked what I was fishing for.  I told him anything I could get, then I mentioned that I'd caught a bluegill.  Upon hearing this, the little boy lit up.  "BLUEGILLS?  I LOVE BLUEGILLS!" then he took off running toward where I'd been fishing with his sister behind him.  So cute.

If you've got kids, take them fishing.  I wish I'd done that with the Kid.  Looking back, it makes me sad I didn't.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Thursday This n That

We have hard water here.  Since the build up is white, I'm going with excess calcium.  Maybe magnesium.  Not a big thing, since I prefer the taste of hard water over soft water, but it does mean I have to spend time cleaning the coffee maker.  I run vinegar through it whenever it gets really slow and chugs/sputters.  It makes the whole house smell like pickles, but we're willing to put up with that to get our coffee faster.

Vinegar is one hell of a cleaning tool, btw. 

Since I can't take anything I read in the news at face value anymore, I'm spending a lot of time cross-checking.  And a lot of time ignoring shit. 

Speaking of ignoring shit, I decided to stop watching Jeopardy until they stop with the slanted answers.  Facts, people.  Not opinions.  Also, I think they really need to stop having kids on the show.  The maturity level just isn't there for them to compete.  First the thing last year with the little girl who was crying because she didn't make Final Jeopardy.  Then this latest thing with the college student who flipped the bird at Alex on camera, and then later said it was a political statement.  Personally, I think he was just being an asshole and then thought he could get away with his disrespectful behavior by saying it was a statement, because as we're all learning, certain people can say anything and do anything if they spin it as a political statement.


Anyhoo, I got my edits back last night.  I wasn't ready for them.  I mean, I am ready to get back to work, but I wasn't ready to see how imperfect Natural Causes would be.  On the bright side, the notes aren't that bad.  I'm setting a target date for publishing this at April 15th.  Could be sooner, but I don't want it to be later.  Keep your fingers crossed.

One of the things my editor pointed out is that Accidental Death has chapter titles and the draft of Natural Causes didn't.  Truth?  I forgot.  I mean, I did think about it.  I meant to add them in.  And then I forgot.  Derp.

I ordered plants.  Michigan Bulb Co. is having a sale - buy one, get one for .99.  I got 2 butterfly bushes, 6 lavender plants, and a freebie mixed bag of sun-loving bulbs.  I'm also planning on picking up some hollyhocks at the Wallyworld.  Maybe some daisies.  I want daylilies, but I think the deer will eat those, so we'll see.

Well, that's it for me again this week.  Howz 'bout you?

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

The Process

Every writer has their own process.  Correction, every writer has a process and adjusts it as needed.  Or maybe the adjusting is just me.  Anyway, here's how the process is working out for me...

Step One: First draft - write as many words as I can every day so that it takes me about a month to get the first draft done. 

Step Two: Set the first draft aside and work on something else for a week or two.

Step Three:  Read the first draft all the way through on the Kindle, taking notes as I go in a big 5-subject notebook of anything I see that needs fixing.  This can be as small as a comma or as big as noting that I need to rewrite an entire chapter.

Step Four: Second draft - Input notes all the way through.

Step Five:  Read through the second draft, taking notes as I go and inputting them when I take breaks.  If I did my job in step three, this should be small to medium things.

Step Six: Repeat Steps 4 and 5 until I know I can't make it any better on my own.

Step Seven:  Send to my editor.  Wait a month.  Work on something else while I'm waiting.

Step Eight: Receive edit notes back from editor and input those.  Takes a week or two depending on how bad it was and how driven I am.

Step Nine: Send the manuscript back to the editor.  Wait 2-3 weeks.  Finalize cover and blurb while I'm waiting and find something else to work on.

Step Ten: Receive final edit notes from the editor.  Input those.  Also takes a week or two depending.

Step Eleven:  Read through the book on the Kindle again, checking for mistakes I made or missed.

Step Twelve: Format book for publication.

Step Thirteen: Publish

There are probably things I missed, but that's the gist.  And it seems to be working for me. 

I started this particular process back in November, I think, with Natural Causes.  Step 1 was the month of November, then I jumped into Step 2 almost immediately.  Went through Steps 2-6 from the end of November until February 1st, when it was due at the editor.  Then I spent February doing Step 1 for Wish Hits the Fan.  Step 8 for Natural Causes begins this week. After I send NC back to the editor again, I'll be hitting 2-6 for WHTF and hope to have it ready to send to the editor by May 1st, which will be after the launch of NC in April.  :fingers crossed:  While she has WHTF, I'll be working on finishing the first draft of Early Grave

Good lord willin' and the creek don't rise.

Now, you may notice I don't have early readers anywhere in there.  Yeah, I don't have any of those.  I have a couple people I could send to if things got really bad and I needed an ear, but those people are also really busy themselves, so they're for emergencies only.  Anyway, I'll talk more about that Friday, I think.  (If I remember.)

Any questions?  Thoughts?  What's your process like?

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Sunday Update - Week 8

I woke up late this morning... well, after 6 which is late for me, and I'm a little bleary-eyed, so bear with me.

I finished Wish Hits the Fan's first draft yesterday morning.  It ended up being just under 48K words.  No worries, though.  I have tons of stuff I need to weave back in - description, setting, back story...  LOL, yeah, it sounds like I actually didn't write a book there, doesn't it?  :shrug:  Right now, it's bare bones.  I can give it flesh later.  Skeletal story.  Skelestory! 


I did a little reading, but all of it was yesterday.  I finished a novella called Scaling the Rim - a SF romance.  It was good.  Not great.  But good.  4 stars.  I think I would've enjoyed it more if it were fleshed out more.  But I'm a long writer / reader. 

Which reminds me.  Yesterday I posted something about not having to write last night and a friend suggested I write a short-short or something - because there's always writing to be done.  Umm... yah... I don't write short.  In fact, WHTF is probably the shortest first draft of a novel I've ever produced.  (The longest was 147K, btw.)  Yes, I do have a couple short stories out there that I did when I was struggling with a novel.  But they aren't my length of choice.

I did a bunch of fishing last week.  If you're interested see yesterday's Fishing Report

I also got some progress done on the cover for Natural Causes.  So far, I'm pleased with the results.  I took the pic I'd posted before, found an old cross and cobbled that in, found a cover model and I'm working on getting her tweaked so she can be put into the scene.  I tried some stuff with the title that I hated, but it's progress.  I'll get the cover closer to done this week. 

All of our flower beds are uncovered now.  The hyacinths are blooming.  The crocuses are barely even up.  Weird.  The lilac bush has leaves.  The redbud has the first little red buds on it.  Spring.  Ah.  Then we got a cold snap yesterday.  Fingers crossed it didn't kill off anything.

Let's see...  Ah, yes.  I also did some Spring cleaning last week.  My desk is dust free for the first time in months... err... weeks?  Yeah, weeks sounds better than months.  (But it was probably months.  I'm not known for my housekeeping abilities.)  I still have to dust the book shelves in the office.  That's a chore and a half, so I'm dragging my feet.

That's it for me.  What did you do last week?  Did I miss updating anything you're interested in?  Always feel free to ask if you're waiting for news on something and I'm forgetting it.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Saturday Fishing Report - 2/25/17

Well, here we are again and welcome to the fishing report for less than competent anglers.

Saturday - I got an early start.  Not early-early, but I hit the lake at around 8am.  I went to a cove filled with dead trees first and tried several different lures, plus the worm thing. Nada.  Then I went to the park and tried a spot I don't usually hit.  I went there because that morning it seemed like a place where fish ought to be.  I found myself a good sittin' rock and cast out, letting the breeze and the current drag my worm along at about 5-6' deep.  Nothing was happening, so I decided to get a drink of water.  Dug into my go bag, pulled out the water, uncapped it and began glugging away when I noticed my bobber slowly disappear. I scrambled to put everything down without dousing myself or loosing my remaining water.  Still down by the time I got ahold of my rod.  Set the hook.  Nada.  Left it alone for a few minutes and just when I digging in my pocket for a cigarette and my lighter, the bobber disappears again.  I set the hook this time.  Whatever it was, it was big, but it got off.  So I threw back out in the same place and waited.  Sure enough, after five-ten minutes, the bobber slowly disappeared again.  And the fight was on.  My drag was whining and my pretty pink pole was bending.  About ten feet from shore and about a foot deep, the beast rolled so I could see him, and then he dove.  A few more turns of the reel and Sproing!  I thought I snapped the line, but when I got it to shore, the whole rig was there - minus the worm.  I tried again, but I think when the hook ripped out of his mouth, he took that as a sign to feed elsewhere.  It was a walleye.  Bigger than the 22" one I got back in November.  Maybe 25-27"?  A hawg, though.  Oh, the frustration of not landing that fish.  Argh.

Hubs and I went out to the same place in the afternoon.  Spent 3 gorgeous hours on the lake.  Nada.

Monday - I wanted to morning fish, but I had errands to run.  I did try a new spot on the way back, but the place was so busy with boats and so junked up with detritus, I left.  Hubs and I went out again in the afternoon.  To our go-to spot.  He caught a 10" bass and a 14" bass - both spotted.  Then he caught a little bluegill about 5".  I caught two bluegills about 5-6". He really hoped I'd catch a bass, too, but we were tired, so we went home.

Thursday - I started out back in one of the feeder creeks.  Itty bitty fishies were stealing my worms, but no actual noticeable bites.  So I left.  I went back to our go-to spot.  Got there about 4:20pm.  Caught a keeper spotted bass about 4:30.  Just over 15".  Yay.  Then I caught a 12" spot.  Then I got a bass almost all the way in before it shook its head and got off.  I'm thinking 13" largemouth.  Then I caught another 12" spot.  They were really nailing my worm, but the sun had set and I hate driving in the dark.  Got home about 6:30pm.  Filleted the spot and put it in the fridge for Friday's dinner.

Friday - No fishing, but man was that spotted bass tasty.  Pan friend it in 3 tbsp of margarine with a whisper of black pepper.  That's all.  Served it with baked potatoes and baked beans.

That's it for me this week.  The temperatures have dropped again, but nothing tragic, so I'll be out sometime this coming week.  That's for sure.

See ya next time.  And remember to get outside sometime soon.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Thursday This n That

I am becoming decidedly less tolerant of ignorance and bullshit every day.  So, let's talk about other stuff, eh?

It's February 23rd and we're already hearing spring peepers.  If you're not familiar with spring peepers, they're little frogs that start chirping in the springtime, looking for a lady peeper.  It's a glorious chorus.  Their symphony is one of the sure signs that Spring is here.  We didn't have spring peepers in Colorado, and let me tell ya, I missed them.  Now we're here and so are they.  That makes me happy.  The first time I heard them this year, I stopped what I was doing and told Hubs to listen.  He was all like 'what?' and I said "SPRING PEEPERS!".  =o)

My hyacinths are blooming.  But my crocuses are barely peeking out of the ground.  There are little leaves on my lilac bush.  My roses are crazy with leaf buds and new branch buds.  Keep your fingers crossed we don't get an unexpected cold snap.  That would suck.

The eagles are still here, but I haven't seen a sapsucker in a couple weeks.  My little friend, the ruby-crowned kinglet is visiting the suet less and less, but mainly because the bugs have awakened, and I assume he likes bugs better than suet.  He needs to fatten up for his long journey north.  Better for him to hunt bugs than spend his time on our porch eating the government cheese. 

Bugs.  Yeah, the one bad thing about Spring is that the bugs are waking up.  Yesterday, Hubs and I went out on the back deck to enjoy the sun and the warmth, but there were so many little bugs, we came back inside.  Bleh.  And I woke up this morning to a bug bite on my arm.  Gah.  Hubs is already talking about when he's going to spray for ticks this year.  Usually it's late March or early April.  This year, it might be next week. 

Speaking of bugs, I thought I saw a butterfly yesterday.  I know I saw a wasp. 

That's it for me today.  What's it for you?

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?