In order to put off cleaning the kitchen (hey, I'm doing laundry, at least), I've made some actual updates to my website. I still need to seriously update the links page--adding all of my fellow Colleen clients, unless anyone objects--but I've got my Works to Date updated, as well as some bio info. Most of the bio info is about the cats, because the cats are, obviously, the most important thing in my life. (Baby's asleep by my chair. I don't want to wake and enrage her by saying anything else.)
In other news, I've washed every dirty towel in the house, thrown some blankets in the washer, and completely ignored the train wreck in the kitchen sink. Given that I just took my mtx (methotrexate) dose last night, I think I'm doin' pretty darn well.
In sewing machine news, I'm trying to decide between an amazing sewing-only machine, or a fairly bare-bones sewing-and-embroidery machine. The first comes with a walking foot (yes, this is a big deal), but the second is an embroidery machine. Machine embroidery is crack. I want a high-end sew-emb machine, but that'll have to wait until I've sold some novels.
Which reminds me, I need to get my butt in gear. Editing, ho!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Ohhhhh. =)
I just had a long, kisses-packed snuggle with my Precious Baby Angel. =) Stinky kitten kisses are the best!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Actual Word Count
I'm almost 2,700 words into a re-write of a novella. I'm paring it down to novelette length. This doesn't sound like much, but it's the most new writing I've felt up to in months.
Ending now. In the zone, and I'm not very pleasant to be around right now.
Ending now. In the zone, and I'm not very pleasant to be around right now.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Open Letters to the Most Important Person In My Life
Dear Self,
Eight. Thirteen. See the difference? Please note that someone who is the latter should not act like the former. Now go back, re-work about six chapters, and fix this thing.
But go easy, mmkay? It is Tuesday, after all.
No real love, but a bit of lenience,
Me
***
Dear Self,
It's Tuesday. You know what that means. No running out to get yarn (never mind your pile of knitting waiting to be finished--on deadline, I might add). You need to eat some breakfast, but go easy. The last thing you need is to play Vomit Cannon in the living room. Crowley is much better at it, and he's cute enough to get away with it. (Especially when you're in the middle of saying, "How did they ever fit so much handsome into one cat?" Seriously, where is a video camera when you need one?)
You know full well you're exhausted. Now go and rest. Keep the yoga and the eating to a minimum, since you're feeling urpy again. And please, stop laughing so hard you cry. Cat puke isn't that hilarious (okay, it is), but remember, you're the one who gets to clean it up.
GO REST!
Me
Eight. Thirteen. See the difference? Please note that someone who is the latter should not act like the former. Now go back, re-work about six chapters, and fix this thing.
But go easy, mmkay? It is Tuesday, after all.
No real love, but a bit of lenience,
Me
***
Dear Self,
It's Tuesday. You know what that means. No running out to get yarn (never mind your pile of knitting waiting to be finished--on deadline, I might add). You need to eat some breakfast, but go easy. The last thing you need is to play Vomit Cannon in the living room. Crowley is much better at it, and he's cute enough to get away with it. (Especially when you're in the middle of saying, "How did they ever fit so much handsome into one cat?" Seriously, where is a video camera when you need one?)
You know full well you're exhausted. Now go and rest. Keep the yoga and the eating to a minimum, since you're feeling urpy again. And please, stop laughing so hard you cry. Cat puke isn't that hilarious (okay, it is), but remember, you're the one who gets to clean it up.
GO REST!
Me
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Looking up.
I managed to play Wii Fit for the first time in more than three weeks tonight. I'm exhausted for it, but it's not the hideous, crippling, agonised exhaustion I've had lately. I'm not even sore, though that could be due to the 100mg of Ultram I necked back earlier. I need to take another 100mg before bed so I can manage at work tomorrow. Still, improvement is improvement. Huzzah for methotrexate!
This tune may change tomorrow night, mind. I ramp up to full maintenance dose, and may spend Election Day hugging a bucket. It won't be nearly enough to keep me away from my polling place, but I suspect my watch party will involve pizza, OJ punch, and MSNBC. (OJ punch is just orange juice--sometimes with pineapple and/or mango--mixed with Sprite and a dash of Rose's lime juice. It's nummy, and downright healthy if you use Sprite Zero.)
Going to finish reading a chapter on LLTD, then get some sleep.
Also? Finished the last three eps of the most recent series of Doctor Who. OMG so, so good. I was very nearly crying by the end. If a mysterious blue box ever lands in front of my house, well, expect these posts to get a lot more interesting.
This tune may change tomorrow night, mind. I ramp up to full maintenance dose, and may spend Election Day hugging a bucket. It won't be nearly enough to keep me away from my polling place, but I suspect my watch party will involve pizza, OJ punch, and MSNBC. (OJ punch is just orange juice--sometimes with pineapple and/or mango--mixed with Sprite and a dash of Rose's lime juice. It's nummy, and downright healthy if you use Sprite Zero.)
Going to finish reading a chapter on LLTD, then get some sleep.
Also? Finished the last three eps of the most recent series of Doctor Who. OMG so, so good. I was very nearly crying by the end. If a mysterious blue box ever lands in front of my house, well, expect these posts to get a lot more interesting.
Friday, October 31, 2008
You alllll hate me.
Tonight, I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that good genes, a strict skin care regiment, and an awesome costume will let you successfully trick-or-treat at age 31. I will repeat this experiment next year, and each year after that, in order to conduct a fully scientific study. (Of course, the ability to be mistaken for a teenager helps.)
If you didn't hate me enough, gas in my area is down to $1.959 a gallon. Yes, I can fill my car for around $25.00. Grovel before me, mere mortals. My fuel is relatively reasonably priced!
Off to shower now. Eyeliner was NOT meant to be used as lipstick OR eyebrow pencil, and it needs to come off.
If you didn't hate me enough, gas in my area is down to $1.959 a gallon. Yes, I can fill my car for around $25.00. Grovel before me, mere mortals. My fuel is relatively reasonably priced!
Off to shower now. Eyeliner was NOT meant to be used as lipstick OR eyebrow pencil, and it needs to come off.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
It's the Great Omen, Charlie Brown!
When the frost is on the punkin
And the comet fills the sky
And the Great Pumpkin Empire rises
Then you and I will die.
This has been running through my head all frickin' day. I think it's a sign that not only is Halloween near, but I haven't remotely reached my fill of horror movies. While I'm sure Charles Schultz would have a coronary at the idea of the Great Pumpkin rising to signal the end of the world, it makes perfect sense to me. Seriously, has anyone ever checked Linus for birthmarks? He's a weird little kid at the best of times. There's no telling what he's really up to.
Must get back to editing. I'm under orders to take my time so I don't work myself to death (literally), but I want to get through the stuff that works so I can meander along with everything that doesn't.
The medication seems to be doing something. Not a lot yet, and it'll take another few weeks to really work, but I ran errands today and don't feel ready to die. I've put all my bras in the washer to ensure that I don't leave the house again, but I'm still human. This is definitely a good thing. Now if the mould spore would just die forever....
Off to work!
And the comet fills the sky
And the Great Pumpkin Empire rises
Then you and I will die.
This has been running through my head all frickin' day. I think it's a sign that not only is Halloween near, but I haven't remotely reached my fill of horror movies. While I'm sure Charles Schultz would have a coronary at the idea of the Great Pumpkin rising to signal the end of the world, it makes perfect sense to me. Seriously, has anyone ever checked Linus for birthmarks? He's a weird little kid at the best of times. There's no telling what he's really up to.
Must get back to editing. I'm under orders to take my time so I don't work myself to death (literally), but I want to get through the stuff that works so I can meander along with everything that doesn't.
The medication seems to be doing something. Not a lot yet, and it'll take another few weeks to really work, but I ran errands today and don't feel ready to die. I've put all my bras in the washer to ensure that I don't leave the house again, but I'm still human. This is definitely a good thing. Now if the mould spore would just die forever....
Off to work!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Dose #2
I feel urpy. :(
So totally going to bed. Possibly with a bucket. Doesn't help that the side effects kicked in properly today. I spent most of the day afraid to eat for fear of reverse seconds.
Word to the wise: avoid lupus at all costs.
So totally going to bed. Possibly with a bucket. Doesn't help that the side effects kicked in properly today. I spent most of the day afraid to eat for fear of reverse seconds.
Word to the wise: avoid lupus at all costs.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Urgh.
Chemotherapy, I has it but I don't think I wants it. Pls be sending David Tennant in an apron and nary else.
(Don't panic, it's lupus chemo, not cancer chemo. Is it too much to hope for the "less common and/or rare" side effect of weight loss?)
(Don't panic, it's lupus chemo, not cancer chemo. Is it too much to hope for the "less common and/or rare" side effect of weight loss?)
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