Of Lunatics and Asylums.

Whittingham Asylum 09 (Photo credit: nickcummins)]
My imagination while writing.

You know the quote:  “The lunatics have taken over the asylum!”  I hear it all the time in movies and TV, not to mention reading it in books.

For today’s post, let’s assume that my fictional characters are the lunatics, and the asylum is my mind.

Everyone on board?

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Creativity and Impatience

To [write] fiction or non-fiction; THAT is the question!
To [write] fiction or non-fiction; THAT is the question!

Camp NaNo approaches!  Just another week, and it will be here!

I have to admit, I’ve been second-guessing my topic a lot lately.  While I know the memoir needs to be written, there are quite a few Lovecraftian-like monsters dwelling in there that I don’t want to unearth!

But still, I’m going to at least attempt it.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

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Click the banner to go to Camp NaNo’s site!

Next month is Camp NaNoWriMo, April 2013 edition.  Huzzah!

Normally I would have blogged about this earlier, but alas, the affliction of woman was upon me.  In other words, I was too moody and irritable to write a proper post.  (Nowadays, that’s the only time I truly hate being female, but that’s another post for another time.)

But now that Aunt Irma (as the British say) has gone back home for another three weeks, I can tell all you good folks how very, very excited I am for April! Read more

Short Hair & Long Scarves

Photo credit: mgstanton
Here it is… [my] moment of Zen.
I was blown into the coffee shop by an obnoxious wind, a wind that did not care for the lesser people and things on the ground.  A wind that I perceived had a personal vendetta against me, given how difficult it was making it for me to open the door.  (The wind, in my perception, had not made it so difficult for the folks just in front of me; it was only I, and I alone, for whom the wind blew.)

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The February Fever

Here at my house, it’s been Fever City.  The husband was sick all last week, and even I am starting to feel a bit icky.  (Though, to be fair, I’m more sick of being stuck at home than I am physically ill..)

The weather down here in Dixieland hasn’t exactly been fun, either; it’s been raining for the past few days, nearly constantly!  So, between the two, I haven’t gotten a chance to write anything new.  I do have a few thoughts on what to write next, though:

— A review of Stephen King’s non-fiction book, On Writing.

Kindle 3 vs. Nexus 7.

— A review of the TV show, Supernatural.

As all of these interest me, hopefully I can get down to brass tacks with each of them.  Until then, here’s one of my favorite clips from Supernatural, which I’m very nearly caught up on thanks to Netflix and a rather twisted sense of curiosity:

Question of the Day:  If you could be a flavor of Campell’s soup, what flavor would you be and why?  (Please answer in comments below.)

The Dream Job Motivation


Ever since October, I’ve been wondering what I should do as a career.  I was miserable at my old job!  So miserable that I was getting increasingly angry with Jon Acuff for telling me to give my best at my day job so I could give my best to my dream job.

There were a couple of problems with that.  (1) I didn’t have a clear-cut dream job to work on, other than the vague notion to one day get something published; (2) I’m prone to heavy bouts of depression which can come on despite one’s best efforts to keep it at bay.

Both of these problems have started resolving themselves.  I’ve realized that, while Jon is technically right, one must sometimes get away from the truly horrible situation and cleanse oneself of all the bad mojo before one can think clearly enough to plan for something better.  As a close friend of mine told me recently, “It’s amazing how a bad job can mess with your head!”  And, you know….she’s right.  Just like an abusive boyfriend or torture in a prison camp, a bad job can mess with your head in ways that actually prevent you from moving forward.  If you have to take meds to stay on an even keel even in a GOOD situation, it’s even worse.  Thus I suspect that Mr. Acuff most likely does not struggle with emotional problems beyond feeling a bit too proud of himself at times.  (This isn’t a burn; he’s blogged about this on multiple occasions.)

Let's avoid becoming this woman, shall we..?
Let’s avoid becoming this woman, shall we..?

That being said, God’s given me the opportunity to earn an Associate’s Degree in graphic design, and I’m-a takin’ it!  As far as it looks right now, I can take free classes at the school my husband works at, and will only have to pay for books and such.  (Which, if available, I’ll be getting online for MUCH cheaper than they are in-store, hopefully!)

I’m not giving up on my fiction, but realistically I can’t depend solely on that alone to sustain me financially.  And if I must have a day job, then I need a creative one that doesn’t involve listening to angry people on the phone all day.

I did consider other writerly jobs….journalism, technical manual writing, etc….but it just doesn’t interest me.  In fact, it sounds like another recipe for a horrible job that I loathe from my core!  I’d rather go out and pick corn in the fields all day than do that.

I can’t tell you if Graphic Design is my “dream job”.  I’m not even sure such a thing exists for me any more.  But if it promises to be creative, and allows me the freedom to do what I want with my clothes and hair (for the most part), and provides a better paycheck in the meantime, then that sounds pretty dreamy to me!

So, what about you good folks?  Do you think Dream Jobs exist?  What would YOU like to do?  Are you working towards that?  


So I didn’t update yesterday.  I blame Eve’s Curse.  Forgive me, dear Readers!


The Coughatory Upset


For most of this week, my body has been trying to catch a cold.  It’s no surprise; the weather down here in Dixieland has been pretty nasty.  First cold, then unusually warm, then freezing rain for a few days followed by real cold weather.

It’s when the weather does its schizophrenic thing that I usually catch something.  I could almost set a clock by it, it’s that predictable!

So yesterday morning, around 9 AM, I’m just sitting at my desk working on stuff ‘n’ things, when a coughing fit shows up out of nowhere.  And it’s not one of these “I just drank something and it went down the wrong way” kind of coughs.  It’s a “Holy cow, did I just cough up a lung?” kind.

Thus started the epic battle between me and my body.  One thing I loathe more than anything else, perhaps even traffic, is being sick.  I’m no fan of pain, and don’t like being held down by anything, much less my own body!

After taking beaucoup of vitamin C supplements, plenty of hot throat soothing tea flavored with honey, eating chicken noodle soup, and getting plenty of rest yesterday….I still felt funky later that night.

There was only one thing left to do.

I didn’t want to.

I knew the ramifications.

But there was nothing else for it.

I had….to take Nyquil.

I took it early enough, around 9:30 PM.  Unfortunately, acetametaphine and I do not have a good relationship.  Or, rather, our relationship is too good!  It knocks me out, sure.

For nearly 24 hours.

Not.  Kidding.

I will always try to fight against it.  I’ll try to force myself to get up, to drink caffeine and eat a hearty meal so I can get back to stuff ‘n’ things,  but it never works.  The only thing for it is to sleep it off.

I don’t fair much better with Dayquil, either.  Perhaps not quite as sleepy, but still ridiculously, I-shouldn’t-be-driving, why-is-there-a-fairy-sitting-on-my-unicorn groggy.

So that’s why I haven’t updated until today.  🙂

But fear not, dear Readers!  For I have updated my newest project, Green Tea To Go!, wherein Kitty Awesome has also fallen ill due to her overlong trip, but must forage in a foreign land for basic necessities regardless!  What wonders will she encounter in the markets of Sad River City?!  We shall soon see…

That being said, if there’s a nerdy, geeky, or just plain weird topic you’d like me to expound on, please comment below.  I LOVE COMMENTS!!!!

The Free Wi-Fi Quandry



An open letter to a particular physical book store that will likely soon be out of business if it doesn’t shape up soon.

Dear [Popular Book Store]:

I am not happy with you.

I do not understand why you won’t provide the public with free wi-fi, especially when your kind is in very real danger of dying out.  What incentive is there for me to patronize your cafe if you insist on charging for your services?

In this economy, folks aren’t willing to pay your fees for your “discount” card (which is hardly a discount at all) just to use the Internet.  Nor are they willing to pay $4.95 per day to have it, when they are only going to be in your store for a couple of hours.

We are more likely to go to the coffee shop with our laptops, our tablets, and yes, even our e-readers.

You are the only game left in town; all of your brothers and sisters are dead, or have ascended to the Web!

It’s time for you to start getting competitive if you want to survive.

It’s time for you to accept the inevitable, and allow free internet for everyone at your store.

It is time…to evolve.


L. A. Howard


Question for the Masses:  

Are physical bookstores doomed?  Why or why not?

The Achiever Quandry


I am a great planner.  I can plan like nobody’s business!

But actually sticking to said plan, now  that’s something else entirely!

Inevitably, if I set an alarm to go off at a certain time, I will hit the snooze button, wondering in my half-asleep brain why in all of creation I set it for so early.  It won’t be until I’ve finally been awake for a while that I’ll realize why I set it for that time, and what I meant to do.

This is about the time that I start feeling really down on myself.  What kind of weak person lets sleep get the better of them?  Surely I can manage a simple thing like getting up when the alarm goes off!

These kinds of thoughts continue until I’m downright stymied with self-pity, and I’m having myself a nice old fashioned party while wallowing in my own low self-esteem.

Thus, I’m going to endeavor to stop feeling sorry for myself, and take control of my day.  Even though I stayed up until 3 AM (a luxury often only bestowed on the jobless or night job person), I’m going to endeavor to stay up the rest of the day.

Instead of wallowing in self-pity if I do in fact give in to the very basic need of rest, I’m not going to feel sorry for myself.  If I’m still up at midnight, I’m going to do laundry.  Or, I’ll write.  I’ll put down the controller and leave Fallout:  New Vegas and Fallout 3 for another time.

I’ll do the things I well-intended to do during the day, except at night.

What’s more, I’ll try once again to make a plan that works.  One that’s simple, manageable, and above all, realistic.

A plan very similar to what Jim Franklin is doing over on his blog, Write Way Around.  

My list won’t be as extensive as his, nor will it be as bold as Jon Acuff’s.  But, it will exist, and I will endeavor to accomplish it.

But only by God’s Will, and His Blessing, because I just don’t have it in me to keep with it on my own.  (What I’m saying is that yes, I need divine intervention to help me out, folks.  🙂 )

When the list is finished, I’ll share it with you good folks.

Viva la 2013!


What is your plan for the upcoming year?  The upcoming month?  Week?  Next 24 hours?