Old Blog Tag
Facebook memories reminded me of an old blog/note tag I never did so better late than never I say!
111. My last name:
110. I was born in:
109. I am really:
108. My phone is:
Charging and full of photos
107. My eye colour is:
106. My ring size is:
105. My height is:
5’2 1/2″ – that half is important
104. I am allergic to:
Hydroxizine (amusing since it prescribed FOR allergies) and Cephalexin. Also Narcotic pain pills make me sick.
103. I was born on:
The best day of the year.
102. I am annoyed by:
People. Especially stupid people.
101. My bed is:
100: One thing you don’t like about yourself:
This one is obvious
99. Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?
Side or back, but usually side
98. How do you vent anger?
Murdering – erm, I mean yelling. yeah, that’s it.
97. How did your day start off?
96. Can you handle the truth?
95. Do you get along with guys or girls better?
94. How do you think you look right this moment?
93. Last person you went to the movies with?
Hubby. We saw Kung Fu Panda 3
92. My favorite holiday is:
Halloween and Christmas are tied
91. The perfect kiss is:
90. The last CD I bought was:
CD? The Rascals, Rascalize. MP3 album would be The Dreaming, Rise Again
89. Are you living at home?
It’s MY home
88. Do you have any siblings?:
87. What did you do yesterday?
Went grocery shopping in Omaha and bought a bunch of Barbies (we went to a “weird” Walmart and they had a bunch that the other stores I’ve been to don’t have)
:::I Do / Do Not Believe In:::
86. Love at first sight?:
Sort of. it’s the potential for love, but actual love comes later
Yes. I’m proof of it.
Yes. Why wouldn’t there be?
Yes, though I don’t think it’s anything like we think it is
Yes. I’ve lived in haunted houses.
Not really. Maybe the super tailored expensive ones, but the generalized ones… eh.
78. Soul mates?
Yes. But I don’t think they are just romantic, rather they are souls who you’ve been close to in previous lives.
:::Which Is Better?:::
77. Drunk or high?
Drunk. Never been high and honestly not interested in it, even if it was legal.
76. On the phone or online?:
Online – I hate talking on the phone
75. Red heads or blondes?:
I like both :p
74. Blondes or brunettes?:
Brunettes get the win though
73. Hot or cold?:
Hmmm… Cold you can always put more clothes on.
72. Summer or winter?
71. Chocolate or vanilla?:
70. Night or day?:
Night if there’s electricity.
69. Oranges or apples?:
68. Curly or straight hair?:
:::Here’s What I Think About:::
I’m against it – sorry.
66. Back stabbers:
Are alive… Not a good answer? Oh, I love my parents…
:::Last Time I:::
64. Hugged someone?:
63. Saw someone:
I’m seeing people right now…
62: Cried in front of someone?
Day before yesterday – sad part in my brother’s book made me cry :p
61. Who is the most ditsy person I know:
60. Who makes me laugh?
59. Last show I watched?
58. Something that I don’t understand is?
57. The most unsatisfying answer I’ve ever received is?
“I’ll see what I can do.” Really???
56. Something I will really miss when I leave home is?
I really can’t think of anything
55. The thing I’m looking forward to the most is?
having this *&^% house done
is WWE payback
Will probably be a total *&^%ing waste
52. This summer:
Probably nothing will get done
51. This weekend:
50. People call me:
Jo, Joey, Chicken (I don’t like this one)
49. The person(s) who knows the most about me is:
Hubby, My brother, my mother, and Mel may be tied
48. The most difficult thing to do is:
Cut off your own hand, while using that hand to do the cutting. – Okay, I am leaving this answer
47. I haven’t gotten a speeding ticket:
No, I haven’t, not since the 90s
46. The first person I talked to today was:
45. First time you had a crush:
Ken the Eagle from Gatchaman/Battle for the Planets
44. The one person whom I can’t hide things from:
Myself, I hope. – I am also leaving this one
43. Last time someone said something you were thinking:
Mom. Yesterday. It was an insult to someone or something on TV. I forget what but it was funny.
42. Right now I am talking to?
41. What is your dream job?
40. First job?:
39. I have had these pets:
cats, dogs, guinea pig, fire bellied newts, hamsters, fish, a mouse, turtles, and a toad. (not all at once)
38. I can still see:
yes, I can. I can see even better now that I have glasses.
37. The worst sound in the world is:
Styrofoam squeaking, snoring, my old printer making that annoying noise, the sound of machine guns popping in YouTube videos…
36. The person who makes me cry the most is:
I don’t really keep track
35. Best sound in the world?:
The ching of my phone when someone send me money on PayPal
34. Who makes you happy?
33. Cats or dogs?:
32. MySpace or Facebook:
MySpace doesn’t exist anymore (I warned you this was old!)
31. Mexican or Chinese?
30. My favourite piece of clothing?
My hedgehog Kigurami or my light up shoes
29. My favourite colour(s) are:
red, pink, blue
28. Last time I cried:
I thought we covered that earlier?
27. My friends are:
26. My computer is:
25. Last person I got mad at?
Mom and brother this morning :p
24. Person you secretly crush?
23. Favourite food place?
The Asian restaurant in the mall in Omaha :p
22. Favourite song:
Wicked game by HIM
21. Paper or plastic?
20. The all-time best show is:
19. The all-time best feeling in the world is:
A warm fuzzy blanket after you’ve been ou tin the rain and are chilly
18. Favourite scent?:
17. What colour is your hairbrush:
16. Favourite shoes:
15. I lose all respect for people who:
14. Colour of your room?:
13. TV channels you watch?:
12. Best feature(s) in the opposite sex:
hair and eyes plus a great personality – leaving this
11. The worst pain I was ever in was?
10. Best memory?
Too many to choose from
9. Favourite TV show?
I don’t know…
8. My favourite singer:
7. Favourite stuffed animal:
6. Greatest fear:
5. My weakness is:
4. When was your last concert?
I’ve never given a concert :p
3. Who broke your heart?
My kitty when she died
2. One thing that makes you feel great is?
1. One person that you wish you could see right now?
And there you go. I have completed this seven years late – but completed it I have!
Noname will be…
Okay, I was going to title this Nonmae will be Nonuts, but that seems insensitive, even to say about a turtle. Yes, I said a turtle.
That is Noname the turtle (Noname IS his name). He’s been a good turtle all these years, except he has this propensity to fan his…male bits.. ALL the time. in water, out of water, in mid-air while he’s flying (okay, he doesn’t fly, but you get the picture). Anyway, all this fanning has caught up to him and they got…well…stuck. I think the correct term is prolapsed. Anyway, there’s no vets local – Omaha is the closest – and you don’t even want to know what they charge for a turtle neutering, but that’s where he is tonight. We pick him up tomorrow and sell a lung, kidney, and maybe a cat or two to pay for it. (ha ha!)
Aside from that it’s High Five day! Well, it WAS high five day. It was also Joleene Naylor Day in Book Born FB group and it went well and I had a lot of fun, so…
And now I need sleep. Have a good one!
Blogophilia Week 9.9
It’s time for Blogophilia, the fun blogging group where Marvin gives participants weekly prompts to use in their blog.
This week’s prompts are:
Where I started
An awesome Facebook Book Group! Check it out, join, and say hi!
About seven months ago I decided to start a group on Facebook. I already had a few author friends and a few friends that loved to read as much as I do and being a stay at home mom I figured it would give me a chance to talk about one of the things I love, reading. So I started the group and invited a few people. Over the first five months or so the group was pretty slow but I started talking to more authors and met other readers in other groups and they ended up joining mine also. Eventually the group started to grow and I added my BFF as an admin to help me run the group (much kudos to you Kandy I couldn’t do this without you). We started running giveaways and posting teasers for authors in hopes of bringing them new readers. Now our main…
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Dunnegan Park, Bolivar, Missouri – 2012
I warned you last night that I have more photos from May 2012. This batch comes from Dunnegan Park – aka the ducky pond (as we call it). It was a wonderful park.
As always, there are more photos in my Flickr album if you want to look through them.
I am scheduling this ahead because Thursday is my turtles night – aka I have to draw and post the new turtles comic page for the week. If things went according to plan I also got some yard work done. If they didn’t then I have no idea what I did. Ha ha!
Have a ducky pond kind of day!
Old Photos: May 2012
With the book done, I’ve taken a couple of days to edit the photos from May 2012. One of these days I’ll have all of 2012 done. Woo-hoo!
These are a handful of random images; there are a couple of the super moon, one of my cat Shelob, some stars, an orangey moon, a moth, and the outdoor light fixture that was outside our apartment. Some exciting subjects.
I have enough old photos to string out a few more blogs. Aren’t you lucky?
In the meantime, have a good night!
Video Rage: Cover Art and Release Date
I’ve been dying to make this announcement since last week. Well, better now than never. As many of you know, I’ve been working on getting out Video Rage, the sequel to my science fiction novel Reborn City, out some time this year. I recently finished the final draft, and at last update I said a friend of mine was working on the cover art for VR. Well, today I finally got the art that will be gracing the cover of VR. Even better, I now have a release date!
Yes indeed, very exciting. Now before you scroll down and check out the amazing cover art, let me tell you about how it was created. My friend Joleene Naylor (check out her blog here) does covers on occasion, and when she does she does amazing work. After carefully describing what I wanted for the cover, she…
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Blogophilia Week 8.9
Though I don’t know what else to write about. Not that I don’t have a billion topics, I could have been posting in the last two weeks, but sadly most of those were a spur-of-the-moment worked-at-the-time kind of thing. Like Easter. Or my hyacinths blooming. Or…You get the picture. No silver bells of epic-ness were going to ring, so maybe the world is better off without those blogs. In a world of blogging feasts, they were probably more like bananas and jello than a rich dessert. Though they say bananas are an aphrodisiac... which makes you wonder my the asexual minions love them so much…
Anyway, I have been wrapped up in publishing stuff. updating the front matter on all the previously released stuff, tweaking the website, writing and publishing a short story collection to go with the book. Now that it’s all done (as of today), I’m kind of in a vacuum. Not that there isn’t plenty of work around the house to do, but it involves changing gears; moving from the mental world to the physical, or from the fictional one back to reality. When I was younger I could hop back and forth between reality and the universes of my imagination with no notice, but now.. now it takes a lot longer to get settled into either one. Like shadows of light, the fictional world will be splayed in black patches across the real one util I get a handle on it.
And with these new glasses that may take even longer. One eye is weaker than the other and has been since I was a twelve. twenty-four years later, the new glasses which I finally broke down and got correct that issue – only my brain hasn’t figured that out yet, so it is still interpreting them differently, which makes everything funnel down to the left, like the world is melting. Everyone assures me this will eventually go away, but in the meantime it makes the world a bit surreal. Add to that the amazing clarity (there are textures I’d forgotten about!) and I feel like I’m somewhere else, watching things that aren’t quite real.
Girl Scout Isolation
It’s the official release day of the new book, so I should be chomping at the bit with excitement but I’m not. I’m in a sort of blah place. Call it postpartum, Lol!
Seriously though, it’s probably a response to the anxiety. The scariest words in the English language are “I’m reading your book.” Why? It’s not because I don’t think I’m a good writer (I’m actually pretty egotistical), but because I just *know* that no one else will like it. They’ll think it’s stupid, or corny, or boring, or they’ll find some plot hole all nine of us missed.
It doesn’t help that I feel like a black sheep of literature. Though my series is a fantasy-horror hybrid, neither genre will look at it because it has vampires. Fantasy groups generally say “no paranormal” in no uncertain terms, and horror groups tend to say “when you write something real let us know”. There are tons of vampire authors out there, but they’re writing romance and Erotica. You know, the ones with shirtless men on the covers and blurbs about how she makes his knees weak and his blood burn? Yeah, no quotes like that in my books. BUT because my protagonist is a woman who does fall in love with a vampire, the tiny handful of male vampire authors, who are also not writing shirtless vampire fiction, won’t take me seriously, either. I’m never eligible for awards, it’s hard to find promotions, and even more impossible to get reviews. I won’t lie when I say this is part of why I’m ending the series with the next book. I have a couple of stand-alones planned that feature male protagonists, so maybe then the non-romance-vampire people will let me hang out with them without ridiculing me.
I don’t know. I guess I just end up uncomfortable and feeling like I don’t fit in – like usual. I’ve had that problem since I was three. I remember girl scout camp that year. (My mom was a leader so my brother and I got put in the toddler day camp). It was miserable. The teenagers running the group decided we had lice because my brother had sand in his hair and so kept scratching his head. Despite the adults funding no lice, and the problem being solved after a bath, we still had to stay away from the other kids all week; we couldn’t sit with them or play with them, or even eat with them. There was one teenage boy who was helping out and I remember he was nice to us and ate with us and such, but it only did so much. At the time, all I wanted was to be like the other kids, to fit in and get to play with them, and sit on the blanket for storytime and on and on. And it’s something I’ve never managed. No matter how hard I try, I can never fit in. And yeah, I know, that’s supposed to be some great thing I should embrace and go “rah rah” about, but now and then I get tired of it. Like when I see a review group with all caps NO VAMPIRES or a fantasy award with the words “shifters accepted, but no vampires”, or a horror anthology taking zombies and werewolves but “not vampires”. It’s like I’m three years old again, sitting on that separate blanket because my characters aren’t good enough, my literary world isn’t good enough. Sure, my writing might be good, but the subject matter is just not good enough. “Go write something real and come back.” Or “go join the romance groups” – except, I won’t win any awards there, or make thousands of sales because it is just not romance enough. (I’ve actually had comments complaining about it being represented to them as a romance when it wasn’t, and the farther in the series you go, the less like a romance it is.) Which leaves me, and my books, in no man’s land.
I don’t know. I just feel whiny. I have one short story left to write and then the Thirteen Guests collection will be done. Maybe I can channel my whininess into it. I’ll have to see.
Anyway, it’s for a.m. so I’m going to bed. Have a sitting with the girl scouts kind of day.
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