Hey, Everybody!
And that's about as awake as I get this morning. It's 5:06 and the coffee hasn't kicked in yet.
I made some good progress on getting Blink of an I ready for y'all to read it. Got through the editor edits and started the read-through. Made it about 4% in before I remembered that I'd had this awesome epiphany the night before. So I input the epiphany, which is awesome btw, and then I sent the updated manuscript to my Kindle Fire so I could continue working. My Kindle Fire had other ideas. It decided to have a brainfart and tell me I wasn't connected to the WiFi, so it couldn't download. Checked the WiFi connection and the damn thing was 'Connected' with 'Excellent'. Tried some things, but it was still being a little snot, so I sent the manuscript to my old Kindle. And there it was with no damn problems. Yay! By then, though, I was so thoroughly irritated, I took the rest of the night off. Like a whole hour. Today will be devoted to finishing this thing so I can format it and get it in your hands.
I haven't been reading much lately. I'm about halfway through Shogun, but getting ready for publication takes precedence.
The woods work is coming along. In fact, we're almost to the point where we said we'd stop. I'm trying to decide if I'm going to keep going. It's great exercise and it gets me away from this computer when I can't fish.
Let's not talk about fishing, shall we?
We did not win the lottery.
The Olympics are underway and I am watching. So far, it's been kinda disappointing, but I'm watching. We have one medal so far - a gold. I'm not saying in which sport because I don't know if it's been televised yet. All I know is I was watching the preliminaries yesterday, so maybe they showed it last night after I went to bed.
Okay, that's about it for my boring life. Hopefully, next week I'll be more interesting. ;o)
How'd things go for you last week?
Sunday, February 11, 2018
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Saturday Fishing Report - 2/10/18
Sorry, folks, but I'm suspending the Saturday Fishing Report until I actually go fishing again. There've been a few days here and there where I might've been able to go fishing (not catching anything, mind you, but fishing), but I've been busy with writing and other work and home projects.
Until then, go outside when you can. And I'll see ya when spring fishing lures me back onto the shore.
Until then, go outside when you can. And I'll see ya when spring fishing lures me back onto the shore.
Thursday, February 8, 2018
Thursday This n That
I still hate my new keyboard. The backspace key is too small and too close to the home key, so I keep hitting the home key by mistake and erasing things I don't want erased. Also the capslock key is too close to the A, so I keep turning that sucker on aND IT ENDS UP LIKE THIS. Derp. I don't hate it enough to buy a new keyboard, though. The miser in me beats the writer in me every time.
I made chicken thigh sandwiches the other night. Cooked the boneless, skinless thighs in the Foreman, then slapped 'em on buns with lettuce, tomato, cheese, and mayo. Yummers.
Kira gets fed at 6am. She thinks she gets fed approximately 1 hour after we wake up, so if we get up early, she begins meowing at us about 30 minutes afterwards in anticipation of being fed. Actually, she begins meowing at us about 30 minutes after we get up, regardless of when we get up... This morning, she did the meowing thing, we did the ignoring thing. We hear her slurping and Hubs thinks she's trying to eat the last of last night's food and feels bad for her. I go into the kitchen and see she isn't, in fact, eating her leftovers but is instead picking tufts of hair out and spitting them on the floor in protest of being ignored. :facepalm:
I pulled a muscle in my back this morning... putting on my fleecy top. Aging sucks.
I only have 119 pages left to edit on this pass through. (It's about 350 pages total.) After bitching like a whiny baby, I hit a stride. Sometimes that happens.
The Olympics start today, I think. I remember seeing something about February 8th. (I'm too lazy to go check right now, so if I'm wrong, oops.) I usually get really jazzed about the Olympics, but I'm kinda meh this time. Maybe it's because athletes in general have irritated me lately. Maybe it's because it's in another meh locale. :shrug:
Okay, as my father used to say, enough of this falderol and ballyhoo. Have an awesome day out there today, folks. Tomorrow, check in at Outside the Box for a blurb reveal. I'm off to have more coffee and plan my next editing attack.
I made chicken thigh sandwiches the other night. Cooked the boneless, skinless thighs in the Foreman, then slapped 'em on buns with lettuce, tomato, cheese, and mayo. Yummers.
Kira gets fed at 6am. She thinks she gets fed approximately 1 hour after we wake up, so if we get up early, she begins meowing at us about 30 minutes afterwards in anticipation of being fed. Actually, she begins meowing at us about 30 minutes after we get up, regardless of when we get up... This morning, she did the meowing thing, we did the ignoring thing. We hear her slurping and Hubs thinks she's trying to eat the last of last night's food and feels bad for her. I go into the kitchen and see she isn't, in fact, eating her leftovers but is instead picking tufts of hair out and spitting them on the floor in protest of being ignored. :facepalm:
I pulled a muscle in my back this morning... putting on my fleecy top. Aging sucks.
I only have 119 pages left to edit on this pass through. (It's about 350 pages total.) After bitching like a whiny baby, I hit a stride. Sometimes that happens.
The Olympics start today, I think. I remember seeing something about February 8th. (I'm too lazy to go check right now, so if I'm wrong, oops.) I usually get really jazzed about the Olympics, but I'm kinda meh this time. Maybe it's because athletes in general have irritated me lately. Maybe it's because it's in another meh locale. :shrug:
Okay, as my father used to say, enough of this falderol and ballyhoo. Have an awesome day out there today, folks. Tomorrow, check in at Outside the Box for a blurb reveal. I'm off to have more coffee and plan my next editing attack.
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Football Season is Over. Yay!
Yep, the season is over and I'm celebrating. I told myself last summer sometime that I would not be watching football this season, not a single game - pro or college - and I did it.
Sure, the kneeling crap was part of the reason, but I've had a tough time rationalizing watching football for a while now. Between the criminals who get off with slaps to the wrist and then continue to be celebrated as 'heroes' and the bad behavior and the bad officiating and the increasingly asinine adjustment to the rules... :harrumph:
Like I said before, it's like drinking. I was a big fan of drinking, but now that I've stopped I can't understand why I ever thought it was fun. Football meant sitting home on Saturdays and Sundays watching an endless stream of game after game. Adjusting my schedule around when my favorite teams were playing. 'Want to go fishing? Can't, the Michigan game is on or will be on or whatever.' 'Better get that writing done during the day because the Packers are playing tonight.'
Football also meant getting wrapped up in the drama. The highs, the lows, the shouting at the TV. Ohio State beats Michigan and I'm bummed. The Packers beat the Bears and I'm elated. Why? I have no skin in the game. Whether anyone wins or loses doesn't make a damn bit of difference to my life. :shrug:
Now, sure, college football isn't as wrapped up in the political crap or so much of the criminal crap, but the universities are so totally into the political crap it makes me want to barf, and they're churning out the pro-players who turn into criminals. Done with that, too. I'm not spending any more of my time on them either.
I have half a mind to get rid of all my football related clothing, but that would leave me with one sweatshirt. One sweatshirt that doesn't have a logo on it. So, I'll just keep the ones I have and pet them nicely, remembering what football used to be before all the BS started.
So, yeah, like an alcoholic who's been dry for a year, I'm celebrating. Football season is over and I won. Next year will be totally easier to ignore.
Now, on to baseball! And golf. No issues there. Not yet anyway. And if issues come up, well, I know now I can quit them cold turkey, too. (But don't get me started on Tiger Woods. Ugh.)
Sure, the kneeling crap was part of the reason, but I've had a tough time rationalizing watching football for a while now. Between the criminals who get off with slaps to the wrist and then continue to be celebrated as 'heroes' and the bad behavior and the bad officiating and the increasingly asinine adjustment to the rules... :harrumph:
Like I said before, it's like drinking. I was a big fan of drinking, but now that I've stopped I can't understand why I ever thought it was fun. Football meant sitting home on Saturdays and Sundays watching an endless stream of game after game. Adjusting my schedule around when my favorite teams were playing. 'Want to go fishing? Can't, the Michigan game is on or will be on or whatever.' 'Better get that writing done during the day because the Packers are playing tonight.'
Football also meant getting wrapped up in the drama. The highs, the lows, the shouting at the TV. Ohio State beats Michigan and I'm bummed. The Packers beat the Bears and I'm elated. Why? I have no skin in the game. Whether anyone wins or loses doesn't make a damn bit of difference to my life. :shrug:
Now, sure, college football isn't as wrapped up in the political crap or so much of the criminal crap, but the universities are so totally into the political crap it makes me want to barf, and they're churning out the pro-players who turn into criminals. Done with that, too. I'm not spending any more of my time on them either.
I have half a mind to get rid of all my football related clothing, but that would leave me with one sweatshirt. One sweatshirt that doesn't have a logo on it. So, I'll just keep the ones I have and pet them nicely, remembering what football used to be before all the BS started.
So, yeah, like an alcoholic who's been dry for a year, I'm celebrating. Football season is over and I won. Next year will be totally easier to ignore.
Now, on to baseball! And golf. No issues there. Not yet anyway. And if issues come up, well, I know now I can quit them cold turkey, too. (But don't get me started on Tiger Woods. Ugh.)
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Sunday Update - Week 5
Five weeks in, people. How are those resolutions coming along?
But enough about that. Let's get to the weekly update...
I got the editing pass done on Early Grave and sent it off to the AWE. She sent me back Blink of an I. (Not in that order.) And I did get started on the final editing stuffs for Blink, really I did. I just didn't make much progress. To tell you the truth, this book still scares me. I will shake it off and finish this for publication on or around the 21st as promised, though. Probably with a mad flurry of work at the end there, if I don't get off my dead ass.
In reading news, I'm still making progress on Shogun. As I said, big book, tiny-tiny font. I'm approaching 500 pages, though, so that's something. It is a really interesting and enjoyable read, which is why I'm committed to finishing it. I have about ten books waiting on my Kindle for when I ever do. This is the first year I can remember where I haven't read an entire book before Feb 1st. :gasp: I think maybe a goal of 70 books was thinking too big this year. We'll see.
I spent about 3 hours doing our taxes yesterday. Off they went and that's done for another year.
No fishing. Although I am hearing tales of people catching fish out there.
Got my shot Wednesday, so I'm good for not being a psycho for another 3 months. (Well, not any more psycho than usual. LOL)
Our woods project is nearing the end. Unless we get a wild hair and decide to go beyond the set target area. I'm not jazzed about tackling the steeper part of the hill, though. This is another 'we'll see'. The two log piles we've created look like beaver dams. Or funeral pyres. I joked with Hubs that if I die, I want him to throw my body on one and light it. Like Darth Vadar. Or a Viking funeral on dry land.
And on that note, I'll let you get back to your day. How'd your last week go?
But enough about that. Let's get to the weekly update...
I got the editing pass done on Early Grave and sent it off to the AWE. She sent me back Blink of an I. (Not in that order.) And I did get started on the final editing stuffs for Blink, really I did. I just didn't make much progress. To tell you the truth, this book still scares me. I will shake it off and finish this for publication on or around the 21st as promised, though. Probably with a mad flurry of work at the end there, if I don't get off my dead ass.
In reading news, I'm still making progress on Shogun. As I said, big book, tiny-tiny font. I'm approaching 500 pages, though, so that's something. It is a really interesting and enjoyable read, which is why I'm committed to finishing it. I have about ten books waiting on my Kindle for when I ever do. This is the first year I can remember where I haven't read an entire book before Feb 1st. :gasp: I think maybe a goal of 70 books was thinking too big this year. We'll see.
I spent about 3 hours doing our taxes yesterday. Off they went and that's done for another year.
No fishing. Although I am hearing tales of people catching fish out there.
Got my shot Wednesday, so I'm good for not being a psycho for another 3 months. (Well, not any more psycho than usual. LOL)
Our woods project is nearing the end. Unless we get a wild hair and decide to go beyond the set target area. I'm not jazzed about tackling the steeper part of the hill, though. This is another 'we'll see'. The two log piles we've created look like beaver dams. Or funeral pyres. I joked with Hubs that if I die, I want him to throw my body on one and light it. Like Darth Vadar. Or a Viking funeral on dry land.
And on that note, I'll let you get back to your day. How'd your last week go?
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Saturday Fishing Report - 2/3/18
Hey All. This isn't really a fishing report because I haven't been fishing in a couple weeks now. The weather's been weird - cold cold and then unseasonably warm and then windy as all get out. And I don't feel like standing on the shore catching nothing for hours at a time.
Plus I'm pretty sure the worms I bought back in December are dead. I need to feed them to the rosebed. That's where I put all my leftover worm dirt anyway. $3 down the drain, but what's a gal to do. Expensive fertilizer.
Before I go fishing again, I need to either switch my Abu spincaster reel to my other pole or get the superglue out and fix the pole it's currently attached to. The top eyelet is loose. It kept coming off when I'd cast. We temp fixed it with electrical tape, but the line keeps getting hung up on the edge of the tape, which is annoying. I've been meaning to address the problem for months/ I even bought the superglue, but bleh. Of course, my Abu baitcaster is on the other pole and it's kind of color coordinated there - maroon/black reel, maroon pole. Decisions, decisions.
That's it for me this week, I guess. We'll see what the next week brings. And even though I haven't been fishing, I have spent a lot of time outdoors. Give that a shot, if you get a chance.
Plus I'm pretty sure the worms I bought back in December are dead. I need to feed them to the rosebed. That's where I put all my leftover worm dirt anyway. $3 down the drain, but what's a gal to do. Expensive fertilizer.
Before I go fishing again, I need to either switch my Abu spincaster reel to my other pole or get the superglue out and fix the pole it's currently attached to. The top eyelet is loose. It kept coming off when I'd cast. We temp fixed it with electrical tape, but the line keeps getting hung up on the edge of the tape, which is annoying. I've been meaning to address the problem for months/ I even bought the superglue, but bleh. Of course, my Abu baitcaster is on the other pole and it's kind of color coordinated there - maroon/black reel, maroon pole. Decisions, decisions.
That's it for me this week, I guess. We'll see what the next week brings. And even though I haven't been fishing, I have spent a lot of time outdoors. Give that a shot, if you get a chance.
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Thursday This n That
It's February. I suppose I ought to change my calendar.
I've had the same song stuck in my head for DAYS, and it's making me crazypants. I won't mention the title here because I don't want to see this and get it started again. You know, in the off chance I ever get it stopped. I keep trying to replace it with other songs and that works for a while. Then next thing I know, it's there again. Arrgghh.
What's up pussycat? Meow, meow, meow.
Okay, now that that's over for a while, maybe I can think about other stuff. Let's see...
Hubs and I were watching See No Evil last night when the lead-in showed a rabbit underneath a car and we were both like 'Bunny!' Then we started joking about how traumatic it must've been for the rabbit and now it's got to be in the Rabbit Protection Program. We were cracking each other up. By the way, the bunny never figured into the murder. Talk about 'gun on the mantel'. ;o)
By the way, we each shout out animal names as we see them. So, if one of us is by a window and sees a rabbit, the viewer will shout 'Bunny'. Most often, though, it's 'Deer'. Yesterday, we both happened to look out the front window as a big red-shouldered hawk was flying through and we both yelled 'Hawk' at the same time. Yep, we're weird.
I bought a couple pairs of thermal socks last year. Women's thermal socks. They never fit right and they're actually kind of nubby, so they hurt to walk on. But I paid good money for them and I am going to wear them, goddamnit. (No, I couldn't take them back. I washed them before I discovered they were foot torture devices.) Except this morning the pair was hurting so bad while I was standing in the kitchen, I took them off and threw them away, crying "Socks shouldn't hurt! Why am I wearing socks that hurt me?!" The other pair will get thrown out the next time I'm by my sock drawer. I now have soft, fluffy thermal socks on. Men's thermal socks because, even though they're too big, they don't hurt me.
I have to wear thermal socks pretty much all winter because I get really cold feet. Sometimes it's hard to cram on shoes because my socks are so fat. But they're warm, so I live with it. If I had all the money in the world, I'd have 'winter shoes' a half size larger than 'rest of the year shoes', just for the socks.
Okay, I think that's quite enough out of me. What's on your radar today?
I've had the same song stuck in my head for DAYS, and it's making me crazypants. I won't mention the title here because I don't want to see this and get it started again. You know, in the off chance I ever get it stopped. I keep trying to replace it with other songs and that works for a while. Then next thing I know, it's there again. Arrgghh.
What's up pussycat? Meow, meow, meow.
Okay, now that that's over for a while, maybe I can think about other stuff. Let's see...
Hubs and I were watching See No Evil last night when the lead-in showed a rabbit underneath a car and we were both like 'Bunny!' Then we started joking about how traumatic it must've been for the rabbit and now it's got to be in the Rabbit Protection Program. We were cracking each other up. By the way, the bunny never figured into the murder. Talk about 'gun on the mantel'. ;o)
By the way, we each shout out animal names as we see them. So, if one of us is by a window and sees a rabbit, the viewer will shout 'Bunny'. Most often, though, it's 'Deer'. Yesterday, we both happened to look out the front window as a big red-shouldered hawk was flying through and we both yelled 'Hawk' at the same time. Yep, we're weird.
I bought a couple pairs of thermal socks last year. Women's thermal socks. They never fit right and they're actually kind of nubby, so they hurt to walk on. But I paid good money for them and I am going to wear them, goddamnit. (No, I couldn't take them back. I washed them before I discovered they were foot torture devices.) Except this morning the pair was hurting so bad while I was standing in the kitchen, I took them off and threw them away, crying "Socks shouldn't hurt! Why am I wearing socks that hurt me?!" The other pair will get thrown out the next time I'm by my sock drawer. I now have soft, fluffy thermal socks on. Men's thermal socks because, even though they're too big, they don't hurt me.
I have to wear thermal socks pretty much all winter because I get really cold feet. Sometimes it's hard to cram on shoes because my socks are so fat. But they're warm, so I live with it. If I had all the money in the world, I'd have 'winter shoes' a half size larger than 'rest of the year shoes', just for the socks.
Okay, I think that's quite enough out of me. What's on your radar today?
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