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Feb. 22nd, 2008


Slick Midnight Moves -- Ouch!!

Bart and I went out to dinner and to a Rascal Flatts concert last night. It was a great night out. :)

Tuesday we went to Epcot. It had been a while since we'd been there so we had to visit again. I just love that place. While there I purchased a small bonzai tree. I've always wanted one. I used to look at them longingly, but never bought one. This time I did. It's being shipped to my house so I won't get it for a week or two, but I can't wait. It looks like a miniature version of a large one I'd like to have in the Japanese style garden I'd love to have someday. Epcot is large and tiring, so Bart and I took Wednesday to rest up for Thursday's (Last night's) concert.

Wednesday night I smashed my toe on this glass partition in our master bathroom. It was the middle of night. I'd gotten up to use the bathroom, and accidentally walked into the small partition. I've always hated that. It's a design nightmare and a hazzard. Why the previous owner of the house put it in I'll never know. It's cemented to the floor, so until I remodel the bathroom it's here to stay. :/ Needless to say my foot, or more specifically my toe, is a mess. It's purple black and red, swollen, and pretty darn sore. It's very ugly.

Feb. 16th, 2008


A Toast: To Doing Different Things.

My husband and I work from home. Everything we do is in some way, shape, or form, about computers. Seriously, I may work 15 hours a day on my computer, and then my "free" time is/was on the computer too. I got a bit burnt out from all of that, and decided to do other things. Nothing huge like theater or amusement parks or anything, just simple things like watching TV (Sounds funny, but our TV is on so infrequently I rarely even know the headlining news.), watching movies we wouldn't normally watch or try, taking our dogs for a walk together rather than letting them out in the fenced in backyard, sitting out by our firepit... It's funny how simple stupid little things can refresh you.

At last my stomach is managable. It's been about ten days or so, and my stomach is doing pretty good. I've come to the conclusion that stress more than anything was hurting my stomach. Though there are some foods I have to be careful with. But when I'm not feeling all anxious and stressed my stomach can handle just about anything. Just about. It isn't its old self by any means, but it's 1000% better than it's been in a long time. I can even have chocolate again!!!

Maybe that's what I needed... a type of vacation. When you're work is your home it's hard to separate down time from work time, and since my work is on the computer and all/a lot of my free time was on the computer I lost even further how to separate the two.

Nov. 27th, 2007


Pieces of Florida.

I'm taking up a new hobby; photography. I've been playing with this camera, but up until now haven't really posted anything.

Pics from my backyard.Collapse )

Nov. 12th, 2007


Weather, Me

The weather here is great! It's actually getting cold -- well cold for here. It's a sign we might actually have a winter this year. The past four years have yielded pretty mild winters. The past week intimates we might have a cold winter (meaning it could get down in the 30's and 40's). No snow though. Snow is a very rare thing here. It's a freak day when it snows in Florida.

Anyway, it's in the low seventies right now (it got into the low sixties and fifties a few days ago), the sun is shining brightly, and it's cool enough to have the windows open to enjoy the breeze.

Whew! I am almost completely caught up on everything I've had to do. I've been struggling for months on end to get things around the house, and computer and work wise, for months on end. Finally, today, I should be fully caught up. FINALLY!!! I'm sleeping like a normal human being, getting up in the morning like a normal human being, and I feel pretty good. So the stress level should be coming down?

Nov. 5th, 2007

I need chocolate!

For the nerdy mind?, Ooh my guts!!

I got this really interesting email today:

Putting a thick layer of Vick's Vaporub on you or your kids' feet with socks at bedtime will get rid of coughs in about five minutes. Apparently it works for several hours too.

Scientists at the Canada Research council discovered it. They don't know why it works, just that it does. Accoding them it works better than prescription and otc cough medicines, and it's less harmful. Cool huh? Or is it just my nerdy self that thinks so... :D

On a more personal note:

My guts have been absolutely killing me lately. I relented and went to the doctor. He thinks I might have an ulcer!! I didn't think I stressed that much. :/ Oh well, it would explain why I was experiencing a lot of pain after drinking my morning tea.

Anyway, I'm not allowed to have anything with caffeine in it!!! *dramatically pulls hair* (Well Golde, looks like Coke is definitely gone for good. :D) Unfortunately chocolate is too. *cries* At least for a long while. I have to follow this regiment for a month before anything can be decided. It's been eight days on the meds and I've definitely noticed a decrease in pain. Though having orange juice the other day messed me up pretty good. :/ So... no OJ either. :P

Oct. 29th, 2007


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It's raining yet again. I'm glad though. I have my window open, and am totally enjoying the sound of the falling rain. :) I love the sound of water. I need a stream with a waterfall outside my window. I'd love to install a waterfall on my pool! Then I could definitely hear the water. Unfortunately something like that is so not in my budget. :/

I've read a few books that seemed to have all the ingredients necessary for a good novel. The plot was good/interesting, characters seemed emotional and complicated, but for some reason I just couldn't identify with the main, or any, character. I was apathetic to their situations. I've never understood why until now.

I think this may explain a few things:

According to an article in The Writer's Guide to Fiction it is the dynamics of desire that is at the heart of narrative and plot. Basically, the main character should have yearning.

The author of this article, Robert Olen Butler, writes, "Many failed manuscripts of students and aspiring authors show a lot of talent -- contained characters with problems, attitudes, opinions, sensibility, voice, personality, all of those things, and often a wonderful milieu to boot. But none of those automatically carries with it yearning."

Butler suggests there should be two shining moments in a good work of fiction. Naturally one is the climax of the story, but the other is near the beginning "where the sensual details accumulate around a moment in which the deepest yearning of the main character shines forth".

A character’s yearning must be manifest. Without that, a seemingly great story can fall flat with readers. Not necessarily that the reader will dislike the story, but it won't resonate deeply with them. They’ll feel distanced.

Is this truly the explanation to why a good book leaves me distanced? It certainly sounds plausible.

Oct. 24th, 2007

Insomniac bubbles

In need of mental jumping jacks?

I've been so restless these past three days. Not necessarily body restless, but mind restless. Gah! It's rather infuriating. I can barely stand to do one thing for longer than five minutes. Am I subconsciously avoiding something?

About three days ago I had an amazing writing day -- amazing for me lately anyway. It felt like a huge chunk of that mental block in my head broke loose, almost like a piece of myself that's been missing for fifteen months or so came back to me. I was elated, which consequently seems to have brought back my insomnia. It left me this summer while I was sick all those weeks. Anyhow, if that means I'm able to write I'll take it, but if not... Grr.

My point is since this amazing writing day I'm completely restless. Again, let me reiterate, mentally restless. I'm grabbing things to read, but quit after a page or so, and it isn't because it's not interesting. I just feel like something better is waiting for me. That's the best I can describe it, but it's happening with everything I try to do. My feet are tapping like crazy as I write this entry. If this is a sign for me to do something I'm not I wish it would be more helpful as to exactly what it is I'm supposed to do. I'd gladly comply however such as it is I can't.

Oct. 20th, 2007


I'm The Dictator

I read a pretty interesting article the other day:

According to an article in the November 2007 issue The Writer there are generally four different kinds of writing personalities.

A writing coach of five years noticed that each of her clientele fell into one of four categories: The Distractionist, The Dictator, The Perfectionist, and The Commitment-Phobe.
The titles pretty much describe the types.

The Distractionist is filled with great ideas, but quickly loses interest in each one he/she works on. He/She might have several unfinished projects with no desire to finish any of them.

The Dictator can keep a deadline, but often refuses to evolve. He/She is frequently inflexible in deviating from his/her original vision. Consequently he/she blocks their own creativity with their refusal to just relax and let go.

The Perfectionist is too busy trying to perfect every word and phrase they seldom get anything written.

The Commitment-Phobe finds it hard to settle on one project and when he/she does they spend time thinking of the projects they didn’t go with.

I think of all of them I’m mostly the Dictator. Things that might help me? Journaling (*giggles*), yoga, taking a page from the Commitment-Phobe…

Based on the article: “Which TYPE of Writer are You?” by Jill Dearman (No online link, because I didn’t read it online.)

Oct. 18th, 2007

Purple Butterfly

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I have the window open, so I can hear the rain falling. Sometimes I just love a good thunderstorm.

Late Sunday night I was reading everyone's LJ and replying when Bart came to me telling me he had to go to the emergency room. So... naturally I left. He were pretty sure he was having a kidney stone -- it's not his first. We have pain medication on hand in case he gets one. Unfortunately he was so nauseous he couldn't keep the medicine down. Kidney stones are way too painful to deal with without meds. So... because it was Sunday and there were no docs to see then we went to the emergency room. I did not get home until five in the morning. Needless to say it totally screwed with the sleep schedule I had managed to acquire. So the next few days I spent either sleeping or wishing I was sleeping. :) Anywho, that's why some of you might have gotten half comments and the like. :)

In Other News...Collapse )

On a side note: I mention this because it is currently driving me insane.Collapse )

Oh yeah, and did you hear Al Gore won the Nobel Peace Prize?Collapse )

Seeing the length of this journal I guess I'm particularly loquacious today. :)

Oct. 10th, 2007


Yawn! Where did the joy go?

Wow am I tired today. Maybe it's because I didn't have my peanut butter on wheat toast this morning. I didn't have my tea either. It's only ten thirty at night, and I'm seriously ready for bed. *yawn* :/

Today I saw someone on TV painting. I suddenly felt really sad. I haven't drawn or painted in sooo long. Of course I've had the mother of all writing funks for a very long time now too. I sit down and try to but the joy is gone. I feel it waiting. I get excited, but I can't bring what I need to the surface. Anyway, I realized today that I stopped doing a lot of things I enjoy, or stopped enjoying things I do. lol Both I think. Why? I think I just forgot what it's like. Not one picture have I even doodled, not even one small one-shot piece of writing written. I need to find that again.

No pics today. I totally forgot about them. :( OOps! I'll post them next couple of journal entries.

If this entry makes little to no sense I blame it on my tiredness. :)

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