Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
I came to a realization the other day.
I kill people.
In all different ways.
I'm a murderer.
Possibly a mass murderer.
A serial killer?
Does this make me deranged?
How do I feel about this?
Pretty good, actually.
I guess as long as it's in writing, even if the people might possibly share a resemblance to someone who might actually exist... it's not a big deal, right?
I'm not going to prison?
I really wouldn't do well in prison.
The beds are really small.
The food isn't great.
Oh, and I'd have to deal with a large population of women.
All. The. Time.
Yeah, prison...so not for me.
Good thing I only WRITE about murder and haven't ACTUALLY murdered anyone.
How many people have you killed recently?
Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Now for the dramatic conclusion to K.K. Sierra's short, the Cabin.
Written, by, yours truly.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I'm going to work on my YA novel.
Yesterday was the first time in the last month where I actually had time to do something on the computer other than homework and the daily blog.
It was a good day.
Words written on YAN: 1507
Goal for this week: Finish the remaining chapters and prep to do a hands on, paper and red pen editing/revision.
It was definitely nice to return to the little world I created, and can't wait to spend more time there today.
What are your goals for the week?
Monday, September 26, 2011
I feel like I've got enough wrinkles to hide third world countries in, and I'm afraid to hug the Munchkin for fear she'll disappear within them.
Now that the life sucking black hole of a course I spent the majority of my life on for the last month is finished I decided I needed a little pick-me-up.
No, I didn't open a bottle of wine, though now that I think about it that sounds like a pretty good idea.
Even this early in the morning.
Instead, I scheduled a day at the spa.
It's rare I trust people with my hair, but my stylist is as much an Angel as her name suggests. My hair is youthful again, and more fitting of the woman I am when I'm not bogged down in analytically heavy colonial reading.
Did I mention I love the random hussy pink and purple streak I have in my otherwise natural strawberry blonde hair?
So now, even though I might feel like this:
I'm actually looking much more like this:
What do you do to rejuvenate yourself when you're feeling aged?
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
That means no more long hours of pouring over 'classics' to analyze what they mean.
It also means no more long hours of homework.
At least for a month.
Hopefully, it also means more happy posts here, with less predetermined ones... though I don't know.
I kind of like having set days where I update people, certain days where I post a short story... I kind of just like having a routine.
Is that bad?
I fully plan on relaxing this weekend, and enjoying the knowledge I don't have to do anything more strenuous than...
Well, nothing. :)
What are your plans for the weekend?
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
- Two essays
- One research paper
- Four reply essays to peers
- 300 pages of American Literature reading
- Final Exam
|Not the colors I'd go for...|
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
The Marine was home, the Niece worked shorter hours, and the Munchkin was surrounded by love.
Friday night, after a quickly prepared meal, we got the Munchkin ready for bed, did the story thing, and sent the menfolk out to get fixings for smores.
Since we live in an area with an almost continual burn ban, and we don't own a fire pit on legs (though I've thought on more than one occasion to acquire one) we made our melty, marshmallow and chocolaty goodness in the microwave.
It's a rarely known science.
An art, if you will.
We sat around the kitchen table, chatted, laughed, and relaxed while inhaling our weight in sugar.
It was the most fun I've had in a long time, and I'm so glad I got to share it with people who are important to not only myself, but to my daughter.
Here is to many more nights of sugary bonding, and to family--not only of blood, but of the heart as well.
How has your weekend been? Did you do anything fun and exciting--like sky diving, or did you sit home and relax with loved ones?
Saturday, September 17, 2011
But, I digress.
When the guy sold me my pre-workout muscle igniter he convinced me to avoid the fruit punch in favor of the orange.
I guess they don't sell this particular 'aid' in chocolate flavor.
Keep in mind I *hate* all things 'fruit flavored', especially anything pretending to be orange.
If it didn't come from an orange, then it shouldn't pretend to be orange.
Fast forward to the first day I plan to take the stuff-- and Holy Shit! Not only is it NOT orange flavored, it's not anything remotely digestible.
I tried several different ways of taking it, all with no luck.
I even conned the Niece to try some with me.
We tried to take it as shots.
I drank straight shots of liquor for years without problems.
Even in a shot glass I couldn't manage this, and I was supposed to drink 16 oz?
Turns out they sell a pill form.
We're going to try that.
Friday, September 16, 2011
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Thursday, September 15, 2011
I promise I will...
Just as soon as my brain stops leaking out my ears.
Until then, I want to thank all the new followers of this Fictzophrenic's Musings.
Seeing your smiling faces--or linked handles (whatever the case may be) makes me incredibly happy.
It's a big relief to know I'm not really talking to myself.
Anymore than usual anyway.
If this is your first time visiting, please feel free to follow along.
You might even find something you can relate to.
Let's pretend I have use of the 'Force'-- Now, You want to follow me on twitter--where I in turn follow some truly amazing people.
Take a few moments to check out my twitter profile, send me a tweet--and we'll catch up.
Until my brain gels.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Today's random word of the day comes from the Urban Dictionary:
Once an efficient and fast method of communication and message transferring; now a way of harassing internet users with spam, credit card/insurance offers, porn links, and "Increase your penis size by five inches" advertisements.
Hope you enjoyed the first installment of Wordy Wednesday. :)
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
|I feel like this a lot...|
I've been a bad little author this month.
Class began the end of August and I've been brain seepage deep in American Literature (oh the joys of Puritan writing--and don't get me started on Columbus' letters).
It hasn't left a whole lot of time for my creative muse to flex her muscles in the fictional worlds I've created. In fact, she's been flexing those muscles in the form of essays and research papers-- I have to write another research paper this week...and I'm not sure what I'm doing it on yet.
Even though I haven't sat down and worked on any of my WIP, I've been running them through my brain every few hours, and I've done various kinds of brainstorming--generally while I'm supposed to be absorbing some bone dry literary 'work of art'.
There are approximately two more chapters until the end of the first book in my YA series, and then I need to do a few more revisions on my still untitled contemporary short story.
On top of that there are several other stories simmering in my head--just waiting their turn in the queue.
I've missed working, and look forward to getting back to it in a few weeks.
After my final.
I hope you have a wonderful Tuesday.
What are your goals for the week?
Monday, September 12, 2011
I thought maybe my fellow readers would enjoy knowing some various information about me. What are some things not everyone knows about you?
|Desert + Water = Happiness|
- I'm a Scorpio.
- Halloween is the only 'holiday' I enjoy.
- I'm right handed.
- I have an Android phone with a touch screen.
- I hate touch screens.
- I don't watch Family Guy, the Simpsons, Modern Family, or any other 30 minute sitcoms.
- I love crime dramas--my DVR is filled with them.
- The first concert I ever went to was Silver Chair. I was in ninth grade.
- My first pet was an Australian Sheep dog named, Rah Rah. I was four.
- I'm allergic to coffee.
- I love Big Train Chai.
- I went to art school.
- I used to do photography for a living.
- I'm an English Major with a Minor in Criminal Justice.
- I hate shaving. So I get waxed instead.
- I never used to believe in online dating--and then I met my hetero life mate online.
- I used to be a daddy's girl.
- My Marine is my hero.
- When I was in my early twenties I could drink 10+ shots of straight liquor, and not black out.
- I no longer drink liquor.
- I enjoy a glass, and on occasion, a bottle of wine.
- I don't like pizza.
- I love McD's chicken nuggets.
- I've got one friend I've known since I was in first grade.
- I'm a natural redhead.
- I love tattoos on men.
- I have eight tattoos.
- I wanted to be a homicide detective.
- My first foray back into writing was through Fan Fiction.
- I wrote Fan Fiction for Janet Evanovich's Plum Series.
- I have more than six stories being plotted in my brain at all times.
- I love the desert, but I miss the ocean.
- I'm the youngest child of my parents.
- I love high heels, but I don't wear them much anymore.
- I've had chronic lower back problems since the birth of my daughter.
- I do P90X to help strengthen my lower back.
- When I was younger I played clarinet, bass clarinet, and the drums.
- I also sang in choir.
- Now I only sing in the shower or the car.
- I'm married to my best friend--though I have to remind myself of that fact once in awhile.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
|September 11 Memorial|
A million memories.
Thousands of lives lost.
Millions of lives changed.
Today marks the ten year anniversary of one of our Country's greatest tragedies.
What are you doing to remember it?
Sitting around drinking a beer?
Sleeping off a night of partying, or preparing to party?
Are you living today like it is any other day?
Take a few moments, a few seconds, a breath-- and remember all that has been lost because of this day.
If you see a service member-- Police, EMT, Fire Fighter, Marine, Navy, Army, Air Force-- thank them for all they have done-- and remember they lost friends, family, and co-workers as well.
Remember that nothing is free in America.
Not even our Freedom.
It all comes at a price.
What price are you willing to pay?
Below is a guest post from my dear friend, the Corpsman. Take a moment to read his memories of that fateful day in 2001--and the years that have followed. You can follow him on twitter.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
fall into strange fitts: when anything crost her humor." (Richard Walker vs. Sarah Bibber)
In my young adult novel I actually did research on the Salem Witch Trials specifically for their acts of torture-- I mean execution. The crazy dude who inflicts pain on people really enjoyed their ideas as well as those from the Spanish Inquisition.
Electronic Text Center, University of Virginia Library
Friday, September 9, 2011
Two women, each about 400 pounds and neither standing taller than 5'2 took their rights as pedestrians for granted and mosseyed across my vehicles path at a leisurely pace-- in fact, I'm pretty sure I saw a snail speed past them.
My daughter looked at them, then glanced at me before looking back to them and saying, "haven't you ever heard of sidewalks, people?"
I swear, I don't know where she gets it from.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Some days I don't feel strong.
I feel weak, like a stiff breeze will knock me over.
This isn't a physical weakness, though compared to the Marine there's no doubt my body is weak in comparison.
It's a mental and emotional weakness, and it surprises me when others don't see it in me. When they think I'm stronger than I see myself.
By no means am I a D.I.D. -- a damsel in distress, but I see myself differently than those who rely on me.
The Marine sees me as strong and capable of running the house, caring for our daughter, getting through college with a high gpa, and making sure our life runs smoothly whether he is home or in some random 'stan country.
The Munchkin sees me as strong because I fix her broken toys, read her stories, make the upset tummy monsters go away, and love her no matter what.
The Niece sees me as strong because I respect her, live my life relatively happily in my skin, and don't fall especially prey to the guilt guns our family often mans with shockingly good aim.
My friends say I'm strong, but really what do they see?
Everyone who knows and loves me believes I'm strong, but what they see is usually just a mask.
Yes, I can survive by myself, provide for myself and my daughter. I'm comfortable alone, and don't need approval.
I make it through months without seeing the Marine, and life continues, but sometimes when the world gets too dark, responsibilities weigh me down, and I'm scraping the bottom of my emotional barrel...
It would be nice if there was someone there to hold out their arms, offer a shoulder, or just say, "It's okay to cry. I won't think you're weak. Sometimes it takes strength to let go."
Because, I seem to keep forgetting that.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
- Snuggles, hugs, and smooches from the Munchkin.
- The sound of the Marine's voice, and the feel of his arms wrapped around me.
- A good book or a dozen.
- Access to chocolate whenever I need it.
Monday, September 5, 2011
The Niece and I had a conversation the other day about neediness and how some people show it. We weren't discussing any particular people, but just humans in general.
After all, there are so many of them.
Granted, most of the 'needy' people are women, but that could just be our personal experiences talking.
She and I are both similar. We don't believe in overloading ourselves with 'friends', and we don't have a problem with our friends spending time with people other than us--as long as they don't expect us to do it too.
What we wonder, is what makes other people so needy? Why do they feel like they need to fill their lives with 'friends'. Why do they feel they need to make every online acquaintance their BFF and become friends with every person they've ever come across in passing?
Is filling their lives with these 'friends' completing them in some way? Do they think they'll feel better about themselves if they've suddenly got 13 billion twitter followers or Facebook friends?
Do they get a thrill out of trying to snatch the attention and affection of their friends' friends?
What makes a needy person so... needy?
Did I miss a specific 'needy' gene when I was being created, because I just don't understand it.
Also, speaking of the "needy gene"...aka Damsel in Distress check out this post.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
When I first stumbled upon you on Twitter I did the usual, checked out the blog and your featured titles.
Recently, life has been hectic and busy so I didn't have much of a chance to sit down and read, but the other day I finally managed it.
I started with Bones in the Tree and I understood exactly where your main character was coming from. Having gone through a divorce myself I remember the difficulties I had with phone calls from the ex. What I wouldn't have done for a place without cell service--and a friend like Bones to share the silence with.
Now, I remember reading about how your work is considered "dark" fiction, and I can both see and understand that--but I don't get that from reading either Bones or the Santa Shop.
There might have been dark moments, but there was always a light at the end of the tunnel.
Maybe that is because my childhood wasn't full of happiness and joy, but I'd like to believe it's because your writing shows that even in darkness there can be light.
The Santa Shop touched on my emotions in a way I'm not often comfortable admitting. There were a number of times where I contemplated reaching for a tissue. Not because I was worried about what Skip would decided to do, but because I felt his pain.
Standing on that dark bridge on Christmas Eve, with the frigid air blowing around him, and his whole world torn apart--I felt.
I was right there listening and watching...waiting for him to reclaim his life.
That's good writing.
Thank you for opening your heart and your imagination to us.
Check out Tim on his blog or on twitter: @timgreaton