Wordle tribute, by me, for my fav MJ song:  Thriller.

With Saving Sabrina going into it's second round of editing, I find myself consumed with a new story. Twenty One Years is the story of three women - Lily, her mother Ellie and her stepmother Veronica. And because nothing seems to come easy to me, I am formatting the book into three individual stories, beginning with Ellie's, then Veronica and finally Lily tells us what to make of it all. In my head, it is really fucking good. On paper, not so much.

It's not that the idea isn't sound, but I'm having difficulty focusing on one character when the other two won't stop talking in my head. I sat for a couple of days and tried to write Ellie's tale, but Veronica keeps whispering her secrets to me. I'm afraid if I don't scribe them, I will lose them forever. All of it makes if very difficult to concentrate.

For example, last night I was writing very productively on a narrative for Ellie. I got to a section where I was describing her desire for a cigarette. At the same time, Lily was in the back corner of my mind, thinking of her mother from the stale scent of cigarette smoke. Of course the imagery and words flowed like water - until Ellie's demands for attention were too strong to ignore. Fortunately Veronica was scheming out of earshot or I would have been overwhelmed and lost it all.

Obviously my biggest problems are chunks of work hours invading my precious "thinking" time. That and then near impossibility of getting any time alone in this house, let alone on the computer. I have my heart set on a Dell Netbook, but at $360 it is not going to be living with me any time soon. Not that the netbook will cure my privacy issues, but at least I'll have more options.

Mostly, I just really wish I could box away Veronica and Lily until Ellie has told her story. That would be ideal. But separating any of the women would be detrimental to the whole tale as each is directly effected by the other. And in the end, if Lily isn't subjected to the achievements and failures of her mothers, she will never be the strong willed protagonist I foresee her to be.

I should really add here how proud I am of myself for this story line. (No, I'm not narcissistic. I'm just reminding myself for later that this really is a good idea and I shouldn't abandon it when it gets tough.) I never really thought my mind capable of a literary work. I always figured I would need a gimmick to tell a compelling story, be it supernatural or alien derived. I always figured stories like Twenty One Years to be reserved for those who have literary backgrounds and training. But honestly it is less about our knowledge of academia that provide us with great works of fiction and more the desires of our hearts and mind to convey a feeling of truth and triumph, even when neither actually exist in the work itself.

Perhaps I should sit the three women down for a civilized tea and explain my dilemma. Who knows, maybe they will decide to take turns from now on. After all, the mind is an enigma.

So I just watched Glee and I was pleasantly surprised that I actually LOVE it.
BUT
What kind of bull shit is Fox pulling?? They aren't playing anymore episodes until the fall. Are you kidding me? Now what the fuck are we supposed to watch this summer?
I am absolutely aggravated.

On a positive note:  The new Harry Potter trailer is awesome.   Eagerly awaiting its long overdue arrival.

Hot hollywood heartthrob???
or
Fucked up ken doll?

Fringe = Awesome.

Monday -- House made me cry.

Hi, I'm MoXie and I'm a twitaholic.

In a matter of days I have become completely obsessed with Twitter. It all started with Stephen Fucking Fry being so damn cheeky and updating like ever five minutes. And it's not like my problem is greater than his, he's in Mexico or Panama or Chile or some shit. I mean I'm just in my lab at the computer. Sorry, I just got a little worked up.

My new tool, Tweetdeck offers a great world where I don't have to open the browser to access my feed. Its great. It dings and I rush to click the mouse like Pavlov's fucking dog. But it's not like I'm not getting something out of it. I mean how was my life possibly complete before I walked with Alan Davies (omg, you should see the 'stach) through the preparation of a boxed falafel mix. Or sat and read as Neil Gaiman talked about the amazing new collaborative effort he can't talk about yet. Or understood the inner CRAZY that is Brent Spiner (seriously, he's nuts).   Did I mention RBrand and PJupitus.

It's really not all bad. For example, I read a top notch interview with Henry Rollins today that made me really really wish I didn't hate Murfreesboro so much. And I saw a killer link for the most amazing musical video ever (you might have to wait until tomorrow to view the page.) Or the funniest dog vid ever. And I swear I only open the window to look at it when I think I might have heard when I hear the ding. No, I didn't just look at it, I swear.

I am sure that I will come to terms with this, the same way that I did with FB and LJ. And I have found a number of agents, publishers and editors who are just overflowing with publishing and writing advice. And I already have more random followers there than at my long standing web page and LJ.

Also = George & Gnomes?

UPDATE - I posted this on my other site.  Yes, I am addicted to blogging too.

Being Human both lived up to my expectations and failed beautifully all at the same time.   

( Cut to avoid spoiling )

Who in the world thought running a TV show for 6 episodes was a good idea? I realize television in other countries is not like American TV, but 6 episodes is not enough time to accumulate a following for a show, let alone a whole run. And why is it the more interesting the show seems the shorter it seems to be? Twelve episodes is hardly what I would call a season, although I understand we are spoiled with 22-24 episodes per season here, but at least it's an attempt. With twelve, there is plenty of time to get to know the characters, learn to hate some, be happy when they get whats coming to them, and excitedly wait for a new season. With six, your just starting to care- and its over.
All that being said, I pitched a hissy-fit yesterday when I realized that next week is the end of Being Human. Apart from sounding like the beginning of a bad joke, it was one of the most original shows I have seen lately.

And speaking of awesome TV, I super hooked on BSG, only to find out there are 4 episodes left. I just can't seem to win.

And in non TV news, I am having 2/3rds of my cats fixed today. The other 1/3rd, the breeder, is too far along with another fucking pregnancy to fix her. So we are going to have kittens. Again. Bastard.

Torchwood is fucking AWESOME!!!!!!!!!

Thursdays are overwhelming for me now. Not only do I have the regulars - Smallville & Supernatural, but now Hell's Kitchen AND Bones are coming on at the same damn time!! This isn't so bad since I usually watch the boys online anyway. But now I am going to have to add Bones to my online watching since I will still be carting the Princess to her rendezvous with the boyfriend at church. Couple that with my new found love of British TV (Thanks a lot coreopsis ) which seems to fill up my weekends. So it seems I am now a slave to not only my tv, but also my PC. Damn, I'm such an addict!!

Tonight, however, I didn't have to drive the princess anywhere [she is spending this week under the bridge with the troll] so I was treated to not 1 but 2 hilarious episodes of Bones. I was also fortunate to find both the Smallville and Supernatural downloads very early this evening so I might even be getting me some Clark Kent before the night is through.

That will depend, of course, on the cold medicine allowing me to stay awake. Yes, I am sick - again. I have been since Sunday only now I am worse and cranky. I am also very behind on my work which has me sitting on the pc posting listings instead of in the bed sleeping this off.

Alright, enough bitching. Back to TV
I have a new fav show - The United States of Tara. It is the story of a family who (very humorously) deals with the mother's multiple personality disorder. Toni Collette plays this mother of a sexually active bombshell teen and her Suzy-homemaker gay brother. Who is lucky enough to be married to John Corbett. Mom apparently cannot handle stress and becomes one of 3 other personalities to deal with her problems. It rocks, you should watch it. That's all I have to say about that.

As for other TV, Fringe is back (yeah), 24 is rockin, and House and Cuddy are definitely gonna do that dirty. Life is good.

Oh and I swiped this meme off coreopsis who in turn got it from another who probably got it from another.....

( International Spy Name )

I forgot how much I enjoyed watching QI!! I am so glad that Alan Davies went back to a decent hair style (although I have still yet to see the 5th series, so it could have happened ages ago)

( 24 )
Anyway, I got caught up on Demons and I am anxious for more, so I must like it. Ruby is awesome. Isn't she the same chick that played the sorcerers daughter in the Merlin ep where they trick Arthur into loving her??    anyway, B is off work this week so we can probably finish the Merlin eps.

What a great survey! (No really, it is.) My BFF wrote it, but it took me forever to answer it all, so I am gonna pass it around. I would LOVE to hear YOUR responses (and by YOUR, I mean all of y'all)


( On to the Survey - Please Read )

Alright, now your turn.  Your instructions are at the bottom of the cut.  If you don't wanna post to LJ, you can email it to me!!

For 2 days, my middle cat-child, Thessie, has been sqeaking at me alot.  (She cant meow - don't ask).  Anyway, I was worried that there was something wrong with her.   This morning thought, I figured out the problem - She is "telling" on her little brother, Iggy.    Anytime she is has been bothered by him or he won't play with her the way she wants.   It is the strangest thing I have ever seen.

So, after months of just assuming that they didn't even bother, I got a response from the Andrea Brown Literary Agency regarding Saving Sabrina. It was a rejection. But my heart still jumped with joy and I really feel (finally) like I am on the right track artistically. When I first began researching agents, Ms. Laughran was the first that really made me think, "I would love to work with this woman." Honestly, by the end of the dreaded 2008 I was beginning to question my writing ability (although I would hardly say I have been sweating over queries and the rest) But to get this kind of personalized response from her was just very uplifting for me. I can say now that my fears that no one will take me seriously have been squashed and I am more enthusiastic about 2009 than I was before.
Alright, now I am rambling. :)

( The best rejection letter yet! )

In other news, I am finished with the foundation of book 2. No, I have not finished writing it, but I now know where Sabrina and Riley will be traveling and the wonders they will encounter on their adventure. Hopefully I will get the third book outlined soon and I can get to the meat and potatoes of book 2. B is finally reading my finished 2nd revision of the first book and will hopefully help me write the summary. I am eager to clear my mind of the jumbled rumblings of Sabrina and her pals.

Anyway, just wanted to share my JOY!!! I hope whomever I get to represent me will make me feel as awesome about me as Jennifer did rejecting me.

Alright, now that it has left and has no hopes of ever returning, 2008 was the worst house guest I ever had. It came on with a vengeance, promising all kinds of life altering ideas. It dangled financial independence and achievement. Then it just sat on my couch and did NOTHING. Oh I asked, over and over, if it could just do the dishes or help me with a business plan. So it made a few calls and made gas prices skyrocket to over $4.50 a gallon, then it had the audacity to say, "Now that you can't afford your vacation, you'll have plenty of time to get to those dishes." Fucker.

He wasn't without his influences. His constant taking forced me to look at new realms of creativity to keep the lights on. I was driven to write a novel, full of all the dark chaos that fills my mind. I started using my sewing machine. I was introduced to the exhilarating and velvetta-ee world of Twilight (which actually sparked a turning point for my financial future). I began attending the Liquor-of-the-Month Club meetings with purplicious1 and coreopsis which are not necessarily just monthly, but tasty and fun. I also filtered some people out of my life that were causing me stress and irritation.

And it wasn't like 2008 didn't try to make good in the end. He managed to get gas to go back down, arranged for me to attend the beautiful wedding of my sister, and enabled me to create some custom goodies that put wrapped presents under the Christmas tree. He also put me in contact with an old friend I haven't seen in over 22 years (and after catching up with her, I really wish we lived closer cause she rocks!!) He final gift was allowing me to have great friends over to ring in his enthusiastic sister, 2009, as she takes his place for the next 365 days.

So for 2009, I don't want to make resolutions. But I will make some predictions. When 2010 gets here, I will be healthier and happier. I will be in a better place, both financially and mentally. I will publish short stories and have a book deal for Saving Sabrina. I will be finished with the sequel and well on my way to an entirely different mindset of stories. I will be the mother of a driving teenager (and therefore I will be completely white headed.) And I will look back and be grateful for all the opportunities, accomplishments and companions that have seen me to the end of another year.

30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives

Ok, a mutual friend is "selling" this on Facebook, so I decided to check it out.

After laughing so hard that it made my tooth hurt, I began to feel very disgusted and dirty.    If your husband requires you to take on a Stepford -like quality to achieve in this world, than it probably isn't worth the effort.   He is tries to tell you that all his short comings are from a lack of your support and encouragement, then you are a doormat and you should have fun with your next 30 days.