Cascade Access stinks. It takes advantage of old people. They owe my mother an apology. How's that for an opening?
I'm typing at my mom's. She gets 26kbps hook up. It's a nightmare. It took ten minutes to load this page to write in. So, I got mad before it even loaded.
I called her tech support and the snot nosed little 22 yr old bastard named Sam told me it wasn't worth fixing since she only had dial up service. He said that it would only, maybe, bump up the kbps by 20. Now, do the math...that's almost twice the bandwidth meaning half the loading time. And he thinks that isn't worth it?
My mom lives two blocks off of main street in Mesquite, Nevada between the casinos. You know they have good phone service in this area and the little ass wipe tried to convince me (by patronizing me)that 26k is all they can get in the area. I hate smart ass 22 yr olds who talk down to people because they think they are authorities and can get away with it. How much can he possibly know? (NO offense to young readers--I know lots of smart twenty-something foolks-- but this guy was a total ignoramous.)
At one point, he handed the phone over to his best phone buddy Justin, who also talks down to customers. LOSERS. Sorry, my maturity level went out the window when I had to try to communicate with the cerebrally challenged tech support community. (Yes, I am ranting.)
So, he says he'll have his boss call in a half hour to talk to my mom. So, we have to wait, and then the guy wants to talk to the old lady they've been taking advantage of for 2 years...not me, the person that can talk through the settings and system check.
Needless to say, I'm cranky as hell about the whole thing. We tried to download 398 emails repeatedly in the last couple days but the service kept bumping off and we'd have to start again. TOTALLY lousy service. Heads up, if you have a choice between them and, oh, morse code, morse code IS FASTER.
Quick. Somebody tell me a happy internet story or something.
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
2:48 PM ::
Way late on this one. *s* The only happy internet story I have is when we finally switched to DSL. :)
Completely unrelated: I had to change Phillip's name. It wasn't a period Irish name. So it's now Kiernan, which I like loads better. :) I didn't count last night because it was late, but I think I'm up to 33k.
I can totally appreciate your frustration with tech support. I've been there. The funny thing is I often know MORE technical information than the tech support folks I'm calling. Unfortunately for you, dial-up accounts will NEVER be faster or slower due to anything you do at your machine (short of getting ISDN or ASDL service). Regular 56k modem dialup is just what it is... slow. ... and often, slower than 56k, like you've already mentioned. :S
If "Sam" told you that he could increase your speed by 20k, Sam was either mistaken or perhaps you misunderstood him.
Sorry for your frustration though. Switch your mom over to DSL or Cable modem. :)
I'm in Mesquite, Nevada. A few hundred dollars YOU KNOW WHAT since I've been gambling. I've got a thing for a penny slot dolphin machine that makes dolphins bounce around out of sunsets and treasure chests pop up. Hours and hours of entertainment. (Doesn't take much to keep me happy some days.)
I think I mentioned that I had a couple free nights stay vouchers at the Casablanca hotel. My mom buys me prime rib and ribeye steaks while I'm here. Isn't that great?
Just thought I'd let you know what I was up to. Off my diet. I'm in buffet heaven here.
Gotta go gamble. Catch ya later. Wish me great wealth if you would. *hugs*
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
1:42 PM ::
Oh...I'm so dissapointed! I was supposed to be in Mesquite this weekend, but we had to postpone our trip until this next weekend. I would have loved getting the chance to meet you and have you autograph my Wanton Werewolves book.
Here's some news...My sensual, sexual poetry book Caresses Well Done By Carys Weldon will be released by Mojocastle Press. Maybe today. If not today, some day soon.
Cover art to be posted here asap. I'm handicapped in the picture posting area so I have a webmistress that helps. Soon as she sees it, I'm sure she'll put it here and on my Carys Weldon website.
Some of the poetry is sensual. Some sexually descriptive. Some goes toward the absolute vulgar. (My husband likes those best. Your S.O. will probably like you to read these out loud. LOL) I have fantasy poetry in there, too. Picture Antonio Banderas, Brad Pitt, or Nicholas Cage making love to you. Yeah. That worked for me.
Keep checking here and the CW and/or Mojocastle websites for it.
I'm telling you YOU MIGHT NEED THIS. hehehe And let me say this...(here comes the warning label cause it ain't g rated):
I write from many perspectives. I write from a male viewpoint sometimes. We all know that can go to the raunchy sometimes. In this book, I sometimes write from the focal points of others who've talked about their sexual situations and lovemaking too. No. Don't panic. I didn't use any names! (Except those celebrities I mentioned.)
Do not assume that the graphic or vulgar is the way I and my husband play behind closed doors either. LOL For the record, I am not into pain. I am not into anything that hurts or demeans women.
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
6:02 AM ::
So, here goes. Yesterday, I settled on working on a sequel to Candy's Kisses and Levi's Jeans. You may remember a month or so ago I had an urge to write something that I called One Dumb Night (or weekend or something like that.) I had that up to 22 pages before I messed with it yesterday. I edited through all that, and got it up to 39 pages, tying it into the other book better by mentioning some of the people which previously did not exist in the manuscript's beginning.
I won't have time to write much, if at all, today. I gotta go see about getting my taxes done, and have appointments in more than one place. Meeting a friend for lunch at 11:30. I usually do late lunches--sometimes after 1 and later because mornings are my best time to write. But this gal is a writing friend who has been saying, "Let's get together" for 2 years. LOL So, when she set a day and time, I said, I'll be there.
I really need to finish one of my screenplays. She knows Timothy Bottoms. Used to rent from him or something in Cali. He's told her if she ever wants him to shop something around, he'd do it in a heartbeat for her, or fund the project herself. So, she's offered to hand him my work, if I'd ever finish a SP. I have a couple really good ones half done. I need to settle in, stop going places and playing with my family, and having lunch with friends, etc, and go down the list of unfinished projects and finish them one by one.
Ah. But that would take discipline.
Which brings me to my next subject. Going off my diet again for Valentine's day. The idea came when we watched UNWRAPPED. You ever catch that show? They go to factories and show how various foods are made and it's a really bad thing to watch when you're on a diet. I watch the cake wars, food challengs and stuff like that, too...hoping to pretend those treats are in my mouth, melting while I savor the flavor.
I'm into chocolate and steak mostly. But Unwrapped had me wanting chocolate covered cherries and jelly hearts, sweet gummy candy. The Werthers commercial makes me pine for chewy caramels.
Yesterday, my family had soup. Soup with way too high a carb count for me. AND DIPPED BREAD into the juices and I watched like some starving bum, trying to swallow. Coming to the conclusion that I needed to take a day off or something. I'm really trying to talk myself in or out of it again, as I did at Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I think that you have to go off a diet every now and then to reset your body. Else you stay at the plateau (like I've been on for weeks.) It's my theory and I'm sticking to it because it backs up the idea of getting off the diet. hehehe
Turning that idea of self help, and not helping self really, I want to point you to a website that a friend of mine runs. Ronda Del Boccio is legally blind but can see, and writes. She's a (quote from her website/emails) "Best Selling Author, Edu-tainer, Mentor Awakened, LLC.
She sent me this quote yesterday:
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She puts value on the things she offers, but at this time, I think, most everything is a gift to those who check her site out. What she offers appears to be a follow up of the movie THE SECRET which I mentioned a month or so ago, and encouraged you all to go and get, or rent, and take to heart.
I want us all to be happy, healthy, wealthy, successful. The wealthier we all are, the more chance we can get together, say, oh, on cruises and in Vegas, and other cool spots.
I try to picture us doing things together. That makes me feel more successful, to imagine friends/fans at large tables, having a great time. (Not because I want groupies hanging on my every word, but because I want to have fun. Ya know?)
If you want me to picture you at the table, say, on that cruise, and you haven't met me, feel free to email me your picture, or post on this blog.
I'd like to ask you to do something. Please picture holding a book, written by moi, choose any of the titles from my Carys Weldon website (or each in succession) and those I've mentioned on the blog. See my name on it, and look at the book, picture Kensington on the label to all my werewolf books and the other titles that I had at Extasy. While you're picturing this, imagine how excited you are that the whole series is back in print, including all the titles that didn't get out when I was with the other company. And if you want to envision some of the novellas expanded, post that in the comment section. I'll see what I can do on that end.
This doesn't have to take a long time, but as many times as you could do it, would be great. I'm trying to work some manifest destiny. We'll see if you can help me with this. And, if you do it, post here that you gave it a shot. And post it every time you think of it. Mostly, remember to imagine the excitement of knowing you wanted this to happen, and it did, and you are part of making it come true.
Also, picture books with the Jennifer DiCamillo name on it. Titles like Murder on Grah, The High King Wars, Grand Canyon Dragons, Dragon Kin, and The Pyr Worlds with the TOR label. Those are all science fiction titles that I have started but not finished that I'd like to see with the NY big publishers.
What else could I get you to picture? Olga the Silly Goose, and Mickey: a Border Collie, Freda Frog, and Mrs. Boopy's Got Bugs (children's books) and Dragon's Rising, Taylor's Trouble, and The Kid, the Candlestick, and the Cave (middle grade novel/series).
I know that sounds like a lot. But some of you will do them all. Some will pick one or two or whatever. Or maybe you'll pick one today, and another tomorrow.
I have to tell you, when I hear that my writing friends have a book by a certain title they are working on, I take a minute to picture them with it in print and in hand.
When I hear that you have problems, as my friends, I take a minute to visualize things smoothed out. For example, Brenda's son got burned last year. I envisioned him healed. Jen said she wanted to go to Dairy Hollow Writer's Colony, so I pictured her there, writing away. I've also pictured her with Philip's Curse completed, in print, and at a book signing beside me.
Vickey mentioned a book she's working on. I took a minute to picture her with that finished and at a book signing. Rinda, too.
I picture myself seeing Brenda and Kay at RT again. And my friend Becky at book signings with her own books. And one thing I always do is see us smiling, SO HAPPY that we are there together, happy, healthy, wealthy.
In my mind, I am grateful to the universe (and God, spirit, angels) that all these things are ours. We are there already.
Can you believe that it is already ours, too?
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
5:28 AM ::
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Cats and dogs (rain) are falling in Missouri today.
I caught up on sleep by taking 4 hrs on the couch yesterday and sleeping all night. So, I should be able to focus on SOMETHING to do.
But what to do, what to do?
It's funny how I have hundreds of started manuscripts and a couple new ideas and I'm stalling on what to write.
I want to pick something that will write fast, that I'll get sucked into. Ya know? I've already spent an hour debating, messing with email. (Sigh.)
I'm sure I could go back and edit through the one I finished yesterday a.m. but I don't want to. I wanna set a new goal to write another book before the end of the month. Which means I can't screw around thinking about it too hard.
I'll let you know tomorrow what I've settled on. Feel free to throw in a vote via a comment here.
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
5:33 AM ::
Important sex trivia from Stefani Kelsey (my favorite editor!--from Mojocastle Press):
Did you know that if you're on Weight Watchers, one hour of high-intensity sex gives you 8 activity points? (Swear to God--it's inthe database as an exercise.)
Running full speed is the SAME AMOUNT OF POINTS.
So I don't have to exercise anymore. I'll just start showing hubbypertinent pages in the Mojo titles and make sure he has lots of Vitamin E.
Get thin through sex, babe.
*** Gotta love this girl, huh? She's a wealth of good info like this. So, get jiggy, get friendly, and call it your exercise for the day. Now THIS is what I'm talking about! ~Carys
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
7:06 AM ::
I need help! (Okay, stop laughing and nodding and saying, "We knew that!")
I've done something to my inbox and it isn't good. I'm using outlook express and I have inadvertently clicked on something that makes my whole screen look like the inbox, or outbox, or trash. I need the sidebar on the left so that I can slide emails (like contest entries) into the appropriate side file. I can make the sidebar pop up but I want it visible at all times.
Anybody have an idea on how to fix it? I know I did something simple like accidentally clicked on the mouse while it was in the wrong (perfectly wrong) spot. You know, sometimes mouse fingers tap. I have trouble sometimes with my pinky tapping keys, doing that when I'm not wanting it to, too.
I've spent ages clicking around on it. Somebody tell me where to go. (hehehe) Men, please, don't say "Go down, honey." I need REAL help. As you all well know. ;)
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
5:39 AM ::
Somebody is in really, really big trouble. I'm guessing it is my son.
I don't like to blame people falsely but...
My $150 headphones (Bose) were fine yesterday when I left the house. When I arrived home last night, my son high-tailed to the bedroom without looking me in the eye. Weird fast. But I thought he was probably still mad at me from the day before when I made him (Oh, God forbid!) do women's work. (Fold and put away laundry.)
Today, I rise, I shine, I come smiling to my computer, sit down and go to pick up my headphones and HOLY CRAP, they are in pieces. Broken the same way our laptop headphones ($20 deals) are. One side manhandled too harshly so it dangles.
My daughter says she confronted him on them last night and he swore he didn't touch them. But the kid is hiding in his bedroom this morning--which screams GUILTY AS HELL to this mother of five.
Oh is the shit gonna hit the fan when his father finds out. Because that's the one that bought them for me and I said at the time, "Don't. One of the kids will ruin them and that will be a true nightmare."
I have a positive attitude on that sort of stuff. I'm sure someone will ruin anything nice I get. It's based on a lifetime of experience.
So. I can't even friggin' rock out today. No way can they be replaced under warranty when someone obviously broke them.
I've just hollered. (This is how I handle it. I've called three or four times for him to hustle up. That was before I found out about the m. Now, I've yelled, "Get out here. I wanna hear your lame-ass excuse about how you broke my headphones."
I should probably say I spent years in patient parenting but having four daughters kinda zaps that crap out of ya. Eight years teaching preschool. Six years running a beauty pageant. (Those will teach you patience.) Plus teaching sunday school. Geez, how many times have I been put in charge of the class where they've stuck the "bad" kids. You know, (any of) the ADD/PDHD/AUTISTIC/GENUINELY RETARDED. I can deal with those. I don't think they're bad kids, just misunderstood. You know, kids that need a different approach.
Okay. My son has come out and sworn his innocence. I'm crying because I SWEAR TO GOD I never had anything nice that someone else doesn't tear up or break.
The only other possible culprit is a break-in. We don't lock our door. But then we live way the hell out in the country. Ten acres in a haunted hollow. Only five other houses on a two mile long street. Nothing closer than 4-5 acres.
As he walks out the door, the kid swears one more time that it wasn't him, but nicely brings me the duct tape (his idea) to fix them with.
So, what started out as a happy day has gone right into the a very bad place. I'm out of my happy medicine, too, so it doesn't look like it is going to get better.
Evidence is against the kid. I will never know the truth. Should I be the good mother and get over myself? Forget the idea of ever having a nice thing until they all leave home?
I know. You'll tell me to lock my damn door just in case that was the problem. But, really. The laptop is sitting out. And this computer, and printer and the digital camera is sitting here, and my nice 35 mm is out of the case, sitting on the camera. We have a very nice tv, vcr, dvd, sat/tivo set-up, new dvd's up the yin-yang, among other things. Nothing else is missing or tampered with. See, all that doesn't scream anybody else was in the house to me.
What do you think? Convicted without a trial? Innocent until proven guilty?
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
5:28 AM ::
I'm saying look at the track record. He broke your chair, which tells me he doesn't care about and/or respect your space or your stuff. Little shits (experience with my brother brings that term to mind) lie about stuff like that and you would SWEAR to the death they're telling the truth when they're not.
I'm a mother of a 19 year old and a 5 year old son - I'd vote guilty. I'd be tempted to tell him that his prior track record means you do not believe him because you can't trust his word. Then I'd make him do any jobs (like laundry) for a pittance until he's paid off the cost of a new pair.
First, last night I broke a nail. Not just any nail. One of those stupid solar nails. On my middle right hand. The thing peeled off and now it hurts like a son of a gun, and the nail is off. So, take a moment to say Eeeewww, that had to hurt, for me, would ya? Still does.
Second, the world in general is conspiring against me writing. I didn't get anything but blog and email done yesterday. And today promises to be as equally unproductive. And I am SO at a place on Candy's Kisses and Levi's Jeans that I don't want to stop...because I'm down there at the end where she has to decide if she can make the leap and move out to his farm. And, to be honest, I'm thinking she's not gonna do it. So, something big has to happen. Levi has to get seriously more persusasive. (Which means a really good part is totally imminent.)
But, honestly, he's asking the girl to take a leap of faith and trust in true love, and love at first sight, when she's only known him for 24 hours. I gotta make it believable for this girl to give up her job and apartment. So, Carys Weldon is stretching into Levi and Candy's heads so she can get the right buttons to make this happen in a way that you love them and me, and don't throw the book at the wall. (Don't worry. I'm good at THIS.)
I'm really just whining about not being able to write it today when it is the only thing I really wanna do.
Last week, I went to a fibromyalgia clinic to learn what I should be doing. I committed to taking a half hour rest/meditation/nap every day. I got one this week. So, I'm a flunker and I haven't read my homework. (Fourteen chapters of a thick, boring book?) Okay, maybe not fourteen. But seems like a lot.
I'm an overachiever so going in there today, knowing I didn't get it done, well, I hate that. Which means I have to get off my computer and go read so I'm not a total loser by the time I get there. (Sigh) How do you like that phrase? So I'm not a TOTAL loser.
AND I'm out of my moodswinger medication. So, if you see more whining or ranting in the future, it's because I didn't get it refilled. Who can afford medicine these days? This prescription is $180 for one month. I refilled my $52 one.
It's hard sometimes to spend that sort of money on myself...even if it makes me more agreeable to the whole dang world. Don't have it today, so what do I care if I'm agreeable? (hehehe)
I need refill prescription assistance. Somebody to subsidize me. (On just one little prescription.) THAT RUNS MY LIFE. Or ruins my life if I don't have it.
Somebody else whine about how much their meds cost or something. Whine about anything. Today, I'm with ya, thinking...gimme somebody else's complaint to rally behind. I'm game to pick a fight. (or something)
Okay. Gonna go delete email. Oh, wow. I only have 181 unread in the box at the moment. Light morning.
The world is trying to be nice to me so I can keep things on an even keel, I guess. I AM trying to be a positive thinker. (But I sorta hate it. LOL)
Picturing myself thinner, happier, healthier, wealthier...in the palazzio villa I wanna build on my property here with my navigator (for carting grandkids I'm putting in this pretty picture) and my 300m and uh, the new jag (beside Tony's cherried out 65 mustang, and that lotus he wants to use to take me on dates). I'm standing on the beautiful balcony weighing in at an emaciated 118 lbs in a sleek outfit with my new Ferragamo shoes on, admiring how the sun brings out the rub of the leather. Got some serious music going on my outside speakers, eating strawberries and chocolate for breakfast--because I'm skinny in this future dream and I can do that. Got my chaser rocky road ice cream coming on a platter carried by the maid who smiles at me because she loves me. And I tell her how grateful I am to have her in my life (because she does everything!)
And she says, "The party rsvp's say everyone is coming." And that means you are all coming to my house for a big serious "let's have fun" event.
I haven't had a dinner party, or any other kind of party in ten years (since I moved here) because I don't have space in this place. But I see us in a palacial castle like deal, enjoying life, loving friends and all the world being good with major influx of cash in my accounts.
Do you ever try to manifest a better destiny? I like to picture myself where I want to be. Of course, this dream is built on the money from books I sell in New York that go into international sales, even Walmart. LOL
There's a goal, huh? Get my books in Walmart and Barnes and Noble, and Borders and Waldens and Hastings.
Oh, hey. I should probably say, I think I've got a big announcement about another book (contract) coming soon. Something that I haven't even signed contract on yet, but that I'm told may be pushed through for Valentine's Day. How cool is that for a friggin' writer?
Details as soon as the contract comes to my hands. (If it happens.) Anyhow, gotta go do that mail and read my homework.
Oh, wait. I saw the Illusionist last night. Not a Jessica Biehl fan but love Edward Norton. He can play a wizard or a retarded guy. So versatile. The best moment of the movie was when he walks away from her and I don't know what she says to him (Because I tune her out? Because I'm only really watching him?)--and he turns around and comes back, somewhat frustrated but lays a kiss on her. My heart leaped. Ooooooh heeeellllll yeah. If nothing else, that one moment of the movie is worth watching it for.
The rest of it was okay. But that one second, I said, God, I love that. Just thought I'd share my thoughts on that one. Catch ya later. Oh yeah. I have that Gridiron movie that has to go back today. So, poor me, gotta watch the Rock while I'm trying to speed read the damn fibro stuff. Isn't that sad? Wanna bet I don't absorb a lot on the page?
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
6:23 AM ::
I've heard The Illusionist is good. To the point that I'd be willing to go to BlockBuster to rent it instead of waiting for it to come out on cable. lol
Speaking of meds, I have one that I really really need to call to get refilled. With my so-called insurance prescription discount, it'll be $198 instead of $210. I know it'd be nice to say "every little bit helps," but that's just a crock of shit in this case.
To go along with the manifesting a different reality/dream, I am SO with you there! *s*
And just so I don't make this a complete downer comment/post, I'm at 13,500 words with "Phillip's Curse" and started chapter 5 this afternoon. :)
Poor Phillip. How much am I going to put that guy through?
Sure. If you do the same for me, too? lol. We gotta both have the good luck mojo/vibes/whatever going on, doncha know? :)
(I'm going to see how much I can do with Phillip before going to the meeting today. Er.... *looks at clock* On second thought, I've got to take a shower first, so that might be a lotta nada. At least until after I get home.)
I worked for several hours yesterday on Candy's Kisses. Okay, mostly on undoing Levi's jeans. I realized that these two have had many sexual encounters but the guy isn't taking his pants off much. Will have to remedy that before the end of the book.
I now have the manuscript up to 81, 400 words. So, it is coming steadily along.
I have appointments today, though, so I don't know how much I'll be able to accomplish. I have hair dye on my head--way longer than I was supposed to, because I thought I'd go through my email and blog before rinsing. Hopefully, the gray roots will be fully covered. Eh?
Also wanna get my nails done (solar). They are waaaaay overdue. I am terrible at doing things on schedule. Mostly because money and time ebb and flow around here. Mostly go. (Gotta go look up ebb and flow and see which one means going out to sea.) Feel free to save me the trouble. Which one is it?
I have been asked to ghost or co-write three nonfiction books, but don't know if I wanna take the time out from my schedule. I'm sure I should. One is the brainstorm of a man who went from poverty to wealth in two years and has a plan for success he thinks anyone can follow. Another is for Vickie Gay (world renowned psychic--this one I am pretty sure I WILL do just because it sounds fascinating to listen through her tapes and transcribe her experiences.) And then there's another one that I'm meeting over today. It could be fun but I'm sworn to secrecy on that. IF I do it, you will be the first to know.
What do you think? Should I give the co/ghost thing a try or just get my werewolf and romance books pushed out faster? Taking a vote here. Anybody care what I do? (Watch no one will say a word. LOL)
Going to rinse my head now.
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
7:08 AM ::
Candy's Kisses and Levi's Jeans is up to 70,000 words now. Do you like big books? Because I think that it's gonna be a thicker one.
And Raven's Mischief, the one I just finished and signed to Mojocastle in December, that one is 107k.
Many of the thinner romances you see are only around 50,000 words. That's my initial goal when I write for a novel. Anything after that is frosting on the cake.
I had intentions of writing more yesterday, but I have a lot of spinal problems from flipping a 1400 lb horse over on myself about ten years ago. And my chair has taken a nose dive. I am tall. I like it to sit as high as it can and it isn't. It's cranked itself down to the lowest spot it can do. I think it is my son's fault. The kid plays with the hydraulic thing, and kicks back in it, with his feet up on the desk every time I leave the room. Or, he was until it broke. Now, he's on threat of his life if he gets near it. Guess I should have threatened before then. Sigh.
My computer is at crash level, I think. Keeps locking up, needing to be hard booted. I just need it to hang on until I get this novel finished. I would be TOO annoyed if it locked up completely and I couldn't get into that file to finish and send it off.
Oh well. That's what writers worry about. Their lives crashing. ;)
Comment for other writers and Jen in particular--9000 words since last Saturday is awesome. Remember, always, that we are not in competition with each other. We work on personal best. And we can support our writing friends all the time with genuine encouragement because we are secure in the knowledge that NO ONE but you can create what you do. Even if we all took the same plot setup, our stories would be different.
So, two pages in a month, if it is really good is great. AND most importantly, if you're entertaining yourself, then it isn't wasted time. Ever! I am VERY happy for those who write, fiction, nonfiction, poetry, whatever, to post here what they're doing. Sometimes posting your plans, or goals in public (confessing?) makes you more committed. You know, if you say you're gonna do something, you're more apt to follow through with it. So, feel free.
AND FOR THOSE WHO ARE READERS with no aspirations of becoming a writer, go ahead and post your goals for how many of MY books you're gonna read this year. LOL Then I'll know how many I have to push out into the market. Maybe your goals will inspire me to write faster. Who knows?
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
5:28 AM ::
Personally, as a reader, I like thicker books. There's usually more meat to the story. I like that. :)
I am ecstatic over how "Phillip's Curse" is going. As of last night, I have 10,000 words(!), 3 chapters, and the prologue done rough draft.
I've been receiving some great feedback from friends on it. You know, usually I get the equivalent of "Oh, that's nice" *pat*pat*. Not with this one. It's been more like "OHMYGOSH, WHENAREYOUGOINGTOFINISHTHISBECAUSEIWANTTOBUYITINBOOKFORM!!!" And a friend (Sharon Ervin) has threatened to chain me to the desk to finish it if I don't/can't on my own. lol.
I do basic maintenance all the time. Defrag, eliminate cookies. I think I have a virus/worm or something. Can't find it, though. Probably creating a double image file that is bogging the system down. It's a hidden file, though. I've had them before.
I wish the nerds who created that sort of crap would apply themselves to something really constructive, like wiping out the credit bureau archive or something. I mean, if you're gonna crash a system, let's crash one that will make the world happier.
For those following the stalking saga, tux boy won the homecoming crown for king--then didn't stay for the dance. Didn't even dance once with my daughter. Seems crazy to rent a tux to walk through the gym before the big game, stand on the stage for a few pictures, and then call it good for the night, huh? I guess she was more than fine with not having to dance with him.
But, get this, what a weird school. Nobody asked her to dance. She did not dance once. What kind of world is it when the Homecoming Queen doesn't dance at the homecoming dance? And where the king doesn't even to go to the dance? One of the queen candidates skipped out of the whole dance, too, in favor of going to see a movie.
I guess stalker boy muttered the whole time the crowning was going on. (Heard that from the movie going runnerup.)
Did I tell you that stalker boy went to the principal last Friday to complain about the fact that everybody was supposedly calling him psycho boy? He had my daughter called in. BUT the minute she got there, his first question was, "Why don't you return my phone calls?"
The principal said, "Wait a minute. I thought this was about--"
The kid said, "It is, but it all started because she didn't return my phone calls."
The girl responds, "I was BUSY. I was in the middle of a basketball tournament. I told you that before when you FIRST called."
"You could have answered the rest of the times."
(Principal) "Honestly, when I call a girl and she doesn't answer--repeatedly--I get the hint she's not interested."
So, then stalker boy gets really sad and says, "My parents are getting a divorce."
(Daughter) "And so you get weird with me? Why am I here? I was honest. I told you on the first call that I was busy."
"Too busy for YOU." (principal) "Figure it out, kid."
"I'm missing class because he wants me to answer his calls?"
"I am NOT stalking you." (Guess everybody's saying that to him.)
"No. You changed all your classes to mine, wait outside my basketball practices, call me repeatedly AND even get me called into the principal's office so we can talk. I'm outta here. You can call it what you want but I say it is totally annoying now."
"I just want it to be over," he says.
"Oh. It was over the day you switched your classes. Completely over two weeks ago, in my book."
When she came home to tell me about this little meeting, I thought she handled it pretty well. I said, "Hey. Did you tell him that your parents have trouble all the time? We're either deeply in love or talking about divorce."
She said, "That's why I asked him why he got weird with me. I don't get weird with people because you two are nuts, or fighting, or incredibly annoying."
(Kissing is annoying, you know.) I asked my husband how it felt to be put right up there with a stalker. He shrugged. (Because he follows me around all the time and whines if I don't return his phone calls, and waits outside MY meetings. I don't think he's got a problem with it. LOL)
*** Other updates: --There's still snow on the ground here in Missouri. Temps are low around 20 or something. (Ick)
--Candy's Kisses and Levi's Jeans is coming along really great. I have it up to 65,000 words. I went through a complete edit yesterday and added another 30 pages, so it's up to about 265 manuscript pages now. That's all good.
I have only one problem with the story. This cowboy who has been nearly mute for ten years (his family got killed by a drunk driver), used to fight all the time, but hasn't in years, now has something to fight for. He's popped three or four men in one day of storyline. I think it's a bit much BUT the story is based on the fact that they've fallen in love and know it's right from the get-go. (Happens so far in only 24 hours.) They don't sleep much--hehehe.
One of my favorite thoughts about men is that they should defend what's theirs. Sorry. I'm a chauvinistic type. I like men to be men in the John Wayne sense of that phrase. I also like them to take out the trash and bring home the bacon. BUT I'm okay if they wanna fry it up in a pan and serve it to me on a platter, too. ;) In bed is a nice touch, also.
Anyhow, in this book, the men all deserve to get knocked upside the head. Except maybe Danny. But Danny's the hero in the next book, and he kisses Candy purposefully to get Levi's reaction. To prove the point that Levi's definitely feeling proprietarial.
I think you'll fall in love with Levi AND Danny. So, it won't be hard to make yourself hunt for the sequel which is Danny's story. I've already got that one started, too. It starts with a seriously funny Texas Barbie Princess wedding where the maid of honor has pass-out anxiety attacks in churches, and whenever wedding talk comes up (because she was dumped at the altar.) That's the heroine of the piece.
Okay. What I think is seriously funny and what others might, who knows? I chuckle through it repeatedly and so did my (anti-romance) writer's group. You'll be seeing excerpts of that pretty soon, I expect.
Question for the day, do you like men who think your honor, and you, are worth fighting for? Or, do you think men should grow up and knock that crap off?
I'm wishy washy. Some days I'm one way. Other days, I go the other way. No sexual pun intended here. HEY! Whatever you're thinking, quit it. ;)
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
5:26 AM ::
I have to agree with you about being wishy-washy. Some days I think it would be great. And then some days I can damn well take care of myself, thankyouverymuch! lol
I read your wordcount and though, dang, and here I'm excited about being up to 9,000 words on "Phillip's Curse" (set in 500 AD Ireland)? But... I've just been going on this since last Saturday morning. (Not this Saturday, the one before.) So that's still pretty good. :)
Do you remember the song by Jon Bon Jovi "I'll be there for you,"?
I started my morning with that. Gotta love the fact that the man looks good STILL. I wish I'd aged as well.
Did I tell you that I once rode in an elevator with him? At the Sheraton Hilton in Hollywood. I was there as chaperone for my sister in a national beauty pageant. At the time, I was married and (barely) pregnant with my third daughter. Too caught up in my life to be up on things like the latest teen idol.
It's pretty funny. He stepped in, eyed me with a grin and "Hi." I SPARED him a smile. He was very good looking but I was in my own little world, missing my husband, and two little girls. We rode down several floors together alone and he kept glancing my way like he was expecting me to do something...which I didn't because I had no idea who he was, or that he'd be at the hotel. I don't know why, but it never occurred to me that I should be looking for celebrities at the Hollywood Hilton.
Anyhow, we got to the bottom and he gave me one of those, "I can't believe you're not talking to me" sort of looks. (I was very cute back then, if looking at my daughters and pictures are anything to go by. Anorexic.)
He gestured for me to step out, "After you." Real sexy in his Jon Bon Jovi voice that made me think, suddenly, "Wait. Where have I heard his voice before?"
Sorry. I was preoccupied.
I stepped out and he was right behind me. Right? A hundred little girls in the foyer screamed as I walked away from him. I did one of those stupid double takes with a swiveling head. And he was smiling big at me--like keep on walking away, I like the view.
It's funny the moments you remember, huh? So, later, we're at a banquet luncheon thing and they confirm that yes, Jon Bon Jovi is in the hotel, as some of the girls already knew. Some at our table said they'd rip off their shirts for him if he showed. It went round the table "What would you do?"
I was thinking, "OH yeah! That's who that guy was."
But, trying to be mature, as a chaperone, I said, "Hm. I rode down the elevator with him. I don't see what the big deal was."
Then I got the third degree, but what was there to say? "I'm a total retard?" (And please, don't flame me for that term. I grew up in the 70's and write friggin' erotica. I am NOT politically correct. I DO love people of all types, though, and would not intentionally insult or offend the handicapped.)
I grew up in an age before the term ANGER MANAGEMENT was coined. We regularly threatened to kill our siblings and best friends. And often that preceeded the yard-ape dog pile and wrestling move that ripped ear rings out or ended up in rolling crocodile style. We worked things out by Darwin's method. Fittest and toughest gave the other an attitude adjustment. The world worked pretty well for us.
It wasn't until the stupid and weakest decided to go get equalizers and make their nerdy little "I'm gonna kill you's" real that we started having trouble. You know, one of the reasons I like to write things like werewolves is because people can act on that sort of emotion and it's acceptable. Someone threatens someone else in a "were" book and the person receiving the threat says "Bring it on. We'll see if your shit's half as tough as you think it is." I'm really just reverting to my childhood and exaggerating.
Okay. Now it's your turn. Got any celebrity stories you wanna tell? Or a tale of growing up that goes with brawling and bruising? Thoughts about werewolves? See? I'm leaving the comments wide open today.
Oh, hey. Did you notice I posted three times yesterday? Better check those out. I'm all Aerosmith baby. "You don't wanna miss a thing." Ya know? (Especially contest winners.)
If you didn't receive the newsletter, email me and I'll resend. I sent that out yesterday. It snowed here last night, is freezing cold outside, and my chair is broken. (Because I don't have enough to complain about?) The chair won't pump up to the high level...which is totally crappy to me. You know I have back problems. This makes my sciatica pinch and send pains into my left leg. SIGH. Gotta get a new chair soon as I get rich.
I'm one W-2 away from getting a tax refund. ;) Never look forward to taxes, usually. Just another one of those things I dread. Anyhow, gonna get busy with email and hopefully writing.
Hey. Our power went out and the clock is now an hour ahead. (Don't know how that worked, so don't ask, k?) I've been getting up an hour earlier. I guess my mind rolls over and my eyes open and squint at that clock and then even though my brain says, "Hour. We have an hour more than that lying clock says." But my bladder says, "Oh, heck, no. We're getting up now." And then, of course, who can argue with a bladder?
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
5:34 AM ::
lol that is cool. I've only run into Mark Hamill the guy who played Luke skywalker in the first star wars trilogy. He filmed the night the lights went out in GA in our hometowm. Darn it I wished I'd met the other guy now. He was much sexier. Can't think of his name off the top of my head.
When I was in New York City, (I was in theatre during my corrupted youth) I met several celebrities; Kevin Cline, Mathew Brodderick,Rex Harrison, Katherine Hepburn, F. Murray Abraham, Raul Julia, Phobe Cates, the list is much too long.
At a post production party one night one of my friends stood in a corner absorbed in conversation with a rougishly attractive blond man I thought looked vauguely familar. But I couldn't quite place him.
I was preoccupied visiting with Ellen Green.
On our way back to our hotel I asked my friend, "Who was that fellow you were talking too all evening?"
With a mischievious, you should have come joined in the conversation, look in his eyes he replied, "David Bowie."
The Good Husband Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong. Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! ! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring < >back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian" He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, "Son... what happened last night?" "Well, you came home after , drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door. Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??" His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!!" Broken Coffee Table $239.99 Hot Breakfast $4.20 Two Aspirins $.38 Saying the right thing, at the right time . . PRICELESS
The winner of blog posting drawing is Brenda Domzalski. The winner of the newsletter question contest was Melissa Vo.
Congratulations, ladies. Now, email me with your choice of gift certificate. What do you want? Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, Paypal cash? Feel free to take your winnings and buy one of my two new books, Courting Disaster or Passing Images, easy purchase links at: http://www.jenniferdicamillo.com/
In other news...really big news...my daughter, Cheyenne--most of you will remember her as the girl that had the accident last year, or the one who has continual drama in her athletic endeavors. She won HOMECOMING QUEEN last night.
It was SO cool. There was a lot of cheering for the candidates, and when the king was announced, people were so loud, I thought...the queen, whoever gets picked, is gonna end up sad because the cheer can't possibly get bigger. But, wow, was I wrong. When they announced Cheyenne's name, the gymnasium became insane. And I am not exaggerating. People kept coming up to us, saying, "She TOTALLY deserves it."
I was so proud of her. But mostly because she was wonderful to the world. I saw her "working the crowd" afterward. She's nice to everybody every day, and it was so obvious. People jumped up and down and pushed through masses of people to give her hugs.
But here's the mark of my daughter...she slid from that great crowd of admirers to go over to her friend, Eric, a boy in a wheelchair, and put her hand on his shoulder. I swear she has a love-to-torture that boy thing in her. When she walked away, he got a face full of her rear end. She's not a puny girl. 5'8" and solid built, athletic. (Broad bottomed like her mom.) He's a cool kid, for not having legs. He leaned back, tipped his head to the side and enjoyed the walk away version of her, and the fact that she'd bothered to come to him.
Eric plays trumpet beside her in the band. One of the things he loves about her is the fact that she treats him like a normal kid. She harrasses/teases him as she does others. She threatens to knock him out of his chair sometimes, which always gets a, "Just try it" or "I wish you would come a little closer."
Anyhow, that was a good night. She got a dozen red roses, which she handed over to her dad at some point. Romantic guy that he is, he handed 'em to me and said, "Here. Never say I didn't give you a dozen roses once."
It made me laugh. And think about the time he collected flowers in the desert for hours, to find different colors for a small bouquet. The man IS romantic sometimes.
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
7:43 AM ::
The deadline for owfi was yesterday. As you know, about 2-3 days ago, I scrambled for putting those together. I lamed out and ended up printing off some entries that didn't win last year--in hopes of new and better judges. ;) Probably won't win.
I wrote a couple new things that might do all right. Not gonna get my hopes up there because I had such a terribly lame showing last year. (1 Honorable Mention.)
In other news, contest winners!!!! Coming later today (probably.) I gotta go downtown today. Sorry to keep you hanging. Have a nice day anyway?
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
7:29 AM ::
You know I don't have enough drama in my life. Right?
Here in Missouri, we had the ice storm a week or so ago. It made the national weather channel and everything. Still have friends without power.
We had a new snow storm come in yesterday. And, you probably guessed it, but my husband is not working and my kids are not in school.
Let me chalk up some points for my husband. Two days ago, I decided to get serious about going to OWFI. (http://www.owfi.org )There is an editor for TOR going there that I'd like to meet and I already know Philip Martin and am looking forward to seeing him and other old friends again. You can read speaker bios on the website if you're interested. I was disappointed that Rinda won't be there this year. (Still pouting sad over that.)
What was I getting to? Oh, yeah. Drama in my life. Racing up to the post office last night, in a blizzard, so I can get my contest entries dated January 31. Oh, no. It is still January 31, before 11 p.m. but for some reason on CONTEST DEADLINE NIGHT the USPS machines have turned the date over early. Stupid flunky says "Might be because it's done on the east coast or something."
(Pardon my french but BULLSHIT.) So, they were in the box before midnight on Jan. 31 but he dated them Feb. 1st. SIGH.
And if that isn't enough, we've spent the last two weeks with the water pipes that are insulated (all to hell!) popping like crazy. My husband has been under the place more times than I can count.
But it gets MORE fun...here's where the bleck part comes in. My sewage line is frozen or something. Things stopped flushing when the temperature went down to 20 yesterday afternoon. The washer load went through its cycle and backed that water up into the bathtub. One of the kids flushed the toilet and it overflowed.
So, the floor in there is covered with wet towels. The rugs are sopping. We can't flush. My husband has to get up and mess with that--probably pop the line apart first thing today.
And I'm supposed to go to the doctor (Fibromyalgia thing)--but can't wash my hair. Look at my picture. TOO much hair not to wash at least every other day, and I dunno about you, but the minute you say I can't do that, I want it so bad I wanna stomp my feet and throw a brat kid fit. That HAS to be fixed asap.
And I'm bad. I don't care if the water is backed up into the tub. I won't flush the toilet (ick!) but I am damn sure washing my hands (on principle even if they don't get--you know) and I brushed my teeth, too. I canNOT go without those small things.
I'm a half inch from being out of my hand sanitizer too. It's like the world is conspiring against me. ;)
What would be really nice for me is if you whined about something now so I'm not at this little pity party by myself. Or, if the world is wonderful at your house, and you can flush and wash your hair or whatever, brag. Just talk to me.
Drawings will be done today probably and posted tomorrow. I don't think I'll get the newsletter out tonight. Too much going on around here.
Add things up with me: hubby likely to be grouchy for having to play in sewage and plunge gross toilet. Nasty weather means I'm gonna make him drive me up to Springfield for that appt--after he's messed in the sewage all morning. Think he'll be able to get it done and wash properly? Not enough time probably for more than a quick wash in a bathtub standing in icy water. The world is not at its most pleasant in Missouri today.
And, on top of that, I'm still on my stupid diet so I can't even have a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows and toast to cheer me up.
So, uh, what are you doing?
Tell me the world is wonderful in your neck of the woods. If a woods has a neck, then it must have other body parts and I think my hollow is in the bowels or anus. (Just thinking out loud here.)
Posted by CarysWeldonblog ::
6:35 AM ::
Relax on the contest stuff. You're safe. Postmark deadline is today. As long as it's postmarked on or before Feb. 1, it's good to go.
I got a call from one of the category chairs today about my essay entry. After checking EVERYTHING so many times I can't begin to count, I had left my freakin' last name on the page headings! If that's my only screw-up for the contest, I'm good.
This morning, our electricity went off again. Thank goodness it was only out for 30-45 minutes. With all the bullshit going on in Mom's office between two particular idiots (my brother-in-law and a supposed-friend of ours -- hella long story!), I did NOT want to go there. I lucked out. And have actually been able to get work done today.