Posts Tagged ‘Chores Around The House’

I’m relaxing as hard as I can!

Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

So, yeah, Sinful is done and all turned in. I should be relaxing. Only it’s only a few days until Christmas and on account of the Dec-15 deadline, I’d done 0 shopping. And my mother’s birthday is Dec-15. Sigh.

But then I had to pull together stuff for a mini-book trailer for Scandal and send out the few ARCs that I got. I have one left besides the now ratty copy I read to make sure there weren’t any major goof ups. My agent told a story about a client who looked at her ARC (or maybe it was her author’s copies) and discovered it was the unedited, unproofed version. omg. Scandal seems to have come out very well. So, that’s good.

Anyway,on Monday before I went to get my facial and massage (Oh, 2.5 hours of bliss!) I went shopping to for my Mom, my best friend in Denver and this guy whose name I drew in ZeFrank’s Duckie gift thing. If you aren’t familiar with ZeFrank, get over to his site and get familiar. Watch episodes of The Show and you will be in love, too. Promise.

The Marshmallow Shooter Decision

Anyway, I also chatted with another store owner about his lack of Marshmallow Shooters. He didn’t order them this year. But he did recommend that the pump action model is the one to get. I thought Amazon would be the less expensive place to get them, but it wasn’t, not by a long shot. I ended up back at Hammacher-Schlemmer where the pump action model was $20+ cheaper. I got two, because what fun is one marshmallow shooter? My son’s other gifts color-coded, tagged and ranked out of the H-S catalog: spring loaded shoes, lighter than air slippers (or something), the above mentioned shooters and a blanket warmer thing he’s not getting because … read on:

He has requested a snuggli from my sister ($19.95 two for one plus a free booklite!! Order now, Operators standing by!!!) If you watch TV, you’ve seen the ad, I’m sure. Hilarious hints have been dropped. Apparently, the Snuggli has now replaced his request for a giant cheese wheel.

The Tao of The Gift Exchange

My next dilemma is a new family tradition which, I admit I started 2 years ago because it’s fun. I’m sure it’s familiar to you: Everyone buys a gift the price of which is not to exceed some very modest amount. Then we all get together, pile up the gifts and take turns picking. Each gift can be stolen a max of 2 times after that, the person who has it gets to keep it. If the gift you elected to open is stolen, you can steal another gift or open a new one. Etc. For us, participants range in age from 6 to 81. The kids have proven themselves ruthless and eclectic about what they steal.

The trick with this is that you have to buy a gift people will want to steal. Too silly, and no one wants it. That’s no fun. Too specific, and only a few people will want it. Because of our age range, alcohol and racy things are out.

It’s a responsibility I take very seriously. I bought some pirate playing cards that come with a free! pirate doubloon, but I’m thinking that may not be quite right. I think I’m going to head for the bookstore and look for something there. Just in case. My local independent has a lot of gadget type stuff.

Then there’s other stuff

Plus, I have proposals outstanding. I was supposed to send off some brief paranormal proposals to my agent, but frankly, it’s too hard to write brief, and I just didn’t have the time while I was working on Sinful. So now I’m working on that while helping my son study for his French exam. Soccer, and dinner and also my son has mostly grown out of his pants. Rats! Also, I just remembered I told my folks I’d shop for their gift exchange things for them. Good thing I remembered!

The Future?

Depends on the proposals I have to finish. Fortunately, no chapters at this point. I imagine I’ll have to pull together a new historical proposal, too. I have only the very vaguest ideas right now. But I hope to write The Dark Elf Project next. Starting in January. Which may or may not be an issue, depending on if anyone ever wants to publish me again.

Off to relax. Right after I fold the laundry.

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Sunday Regrets

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

Weekends just never last long enough. Sigh.

After a lot of procrastinating, I sat down and started work on Scandal. It went like this: Read chapters 1-3- feel reasonably happy. Look at chapter 4 – realize it’s boring and delete it. Look at chapter 5 — realize it’s boring, too, and delete it. Start a new chapter 4 and then a new chapter 5. And in between all this, make cookies, go grocery shopping, take pictures, remind son he’s supposed to clean the bathrooms, check email, MySpace, stare out the window, do laundry…

I’ve already exceeded my minimum for Scandal, but right now I’m struggling with a transition. Probably it’s a mistake to try one at all, but I have to have one in this case. I’m keeping it as short as possible, but that makes for exposition and that’s dull. At any rate, if I end up deleting it, it’ll be short.

So, as mentioned above, my son cleaned one of the bathroom showers. He did a pretty OK job, but I had to clean up after him. According to him, he had no idea cleaning a shower would involve water. Things went downhill from there. But as mentioned, the shower looks clean. Possibly not well-rinsed. He really wants a new game for his DS Lite, and around here there’s only one way for him to make money. . .

Then I look at him in his pretty-darn-new size 14 slims and realize they are too short and tight in the crotch. Spent $125.00 buying him 16 slims. He has one pair of 16 slims, which I bought not that long ago and which were far too long. He had them on as we were taking down the garbage and the recycling, and I could see they are now the perfect length. Before, he would have been stepping on them. They were my insurance pants for him. That pair of pants will have to do for him until the new ones come.

We’re babysitting my brother’s dog, Boo, a big golden lab with a tail that can wreak havoc. He’s the world’s happiest dog and he can’t figure out why the little dogs don’t want to play with him. He’s stolen ALL the dog toys, as he cannot be five minutes without something in his mouth. He’s a menace, but so darn happy no one holds it against him.

Back to work on Scandal, then off to bed.

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