Posts Tagged ‘procrastination’

Carolyn is NOT Procrastinating

Saturday, November 15th, 2008


P R O C R A S T I N A T I O oh wait, I need to click on this

Saturday, June 28th, 2008

I slept until 9:54 this morning. Musta been tired, I’m thinking, since it was lights out at 10:00 pm last night. Then in the shower I remembered I had an appt to get my hair beautified and, as I was lathering up my hair, I could not recall if the appointment was at 10:00 am or at 2:00 pm. Obviously, if it was 10:00 trouble was looming. But it was at 11:00 am. Whew! Except I could have taken a more leisurely shower.

At 10:30 My brother called to say he was coming over at 11:15 to take my son to lunch and buy him a chair for his room as the promised birthday present. You can see the logistical problem, no doubt. So anyway, I duly told the mostly sleeping son he needed to be up and dressed by eleven, ciao, I’m going to go get my hair cut. I think he grunted in response. At eleven, I called him from the salon to make sure he was up. He was. Cranky as heck, though.

Aside: When I lived in San Francisco, a certified genius cut my hair. I could fall asleep (and as my son was an infant to toddler at this time, this actually happened. Always.) Tony would wake me up after a while and my hair would look different from the last time and completely fantastic. I got spoiled. Then I moved north.

After having too many bad and cheap haircuts, I decided to let my hair grow because no one can tell you have a bad hair cut if your hair is in a ponytail all the time. But this is boring, let me tell you. And very limiting as to style. Plus, my hair is naturally curly with the curl moving from wavy to just about ringlets depending on the level of humidity. And let me just say that it’s risky, with hair like that, to go out without the ponytail…

So, a while back I took a deep breath and ponied up to get my hair cut at Joe Hamer Salon by the talented Justine because I hyperventilate at the cost of having Joe Hamer cut my hair. Joe Hamer, despite being a hair-cutting celebrity, has a salon in Petaluma because he lives here. And now, once again, I can go back to falling asleep while my hair gets beautified and cut and whatever. I don’t really know what she does because, as mentioned, I am dozing, if not actually asleep. Plus, today Joe had his chihuahua at the salon and said cute little dog slept on my lap while I slept, too. I looove getting my hair done.

Then I came home, all rested and with sparkly fun hair to watch my brother and my son putting together the chair. This was entertaining. Also, my Flip Ultra video camera came. I took it out of the box, put in the battery and did a test video of my son about 1 minute later. Seriously. I’d post the video, but I promised I wouldn’t. So, then I checked email and was sucked into the internet void which is really kind of a blur right now, but clicking was involved, I remember that, and in between waiting for pages to render (satellite is better than dial up but it’s still not fast) I was reading Patti O’Shea’s Twilight’s Shadow and pretty soon I got tired of interrupting the reading to click…. Then I made dinner and ran into a dumpling problem that took FOREVER to resolve, and then since I was almost done with the book and I needed to know what happened, I went ahead and finished. And then it was 9:40 pm and too late to work, right?

Yeah. I blame Patti.

Here’s a picture I took of some pale purple/pink daisies:

Pink Daisies

Tomorrow I will be strict with myself. I promise.


Good Stuff Bad Stuff And Stuff In Between

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

I’ve been reading through Xia and conforming things to the new! and improved Alexandrine. I’ve had to rip out some stuff, but I’ve replaced it with even better stuff, so I’m happy. The story is complexifying in ways that I like. A lot. For a while I was worried that Kynan was taking over, but he’s not. Xia is a totally hottie bad boy. I’m up to Chapter 7 and I’m not depressed yet. That is A Good Thing.

Another thing is I read Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dream Chaser this weekend. Boy, did I love this one! Xypher was a fabo hero and there were some very sweet moments. That’s another Good Thing, unless you feel inclined to point out that I should have been writing.

My son went fishing with my bother and his kids today, and I went grocery shopping and then came home and futzed around with MySpace and you know, important stuff. Had to pay bills, too. And fight Jake the Cat for space on my chair. Just when I was about to look at Xia, my sister-in-law called to say they were on their way back from fishing and since my son also had soccer tryouts again today, I had to go do that. Perhaps mostly A Bad Thing here.

But at soccer tryouts, I sat in the car and worked on Xia. Afterward it was so spectacularly beautiful out, I took the boys (my son and a tryout-mate I was giving a ride home) to get frozen yogurt. On the way home from that my son’s friend asked my son if he’d finished the math homework. Dead silence. Uh oh. Shall I mention this is a project the teacher gave them two weeks to complete? So, a Good Thing for me, yet a Bad Thing for my son, which factors out to A Thing In Between.

Then I fed the Darling Child leftovers and made cookies and I didn’t eat a single one! This is a massively Good Thing.

Also, I learned from looking at an ad my publisher sent me that My Wicked Enemy will be out at the same time as Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Ash book. This is me, hyperventilating about Ash. Squeeee!!! Ash is going to fall in love and show us all his massive, um… uh oh this is going in a bad direction … love making skills! Good save Carolyn!. But let us all hope that everyone decides to throw in My Wicked Enemy while they’re getting Kenyon’s book.

Now I’m going back to work on Xia.


So, what 10 things DO you say to a naked woman?

Friday, February 29th, 2008

Any ideas? I was checking my spam folder for mistakenly trapped emails (there were none) and this spammy subject caught my eye.

10 Things to Say to a Naked Woman

I was afraid to open it — no need to go blind or anything, but it got me to wondering. What 10 things should you say to a naked woman? No, I don’t think your butt looks big I mean really, what else besides the blindingly obvious, of course.

Although, actually, I think I care more about 10 things to say to a naked man. 1) Wow, that’s big! 2) Bring that six pack over here

What else?

All right. That’s it for now. I have to go work.


Imagine something cool here

Saturday, February 2nd, 2008

It’s late. It’s been a long, tough week here at Jewel central. Tomorrow I have to go to a function for the day job. Sigh. I’ve been mulling over Xia and think I’ve made plotting progress.

Also, even though the MacBook Air is waaayy overpriced, and I can’t afford it, I want one. Rats.


Uh oh. I’ve been goofing off

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

Playing with photos. The roses and dahlias here are in bloom and I’ve been going out in the late late afternoon to take pictures. I’m getting better and better at it. I figured out how to get fewer blurry shots.

Now I really have to go work on Scandal. I have a cool chapter to write and a work minimum to meet.


A Cookie Disaster

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

Today, while I was busy procrastinating I made cookies. Twice. The first batch was Chocolate Chip, which I can now make without consulting the recipe. They came out great as always. Then I made sugar cookies. The dough needs to be refrigerated so I didn’t suspect the looming tragedy until much later. Then I went grocery shopping.

Flashback: This morning I went rowing with another of the novices from my class. Two hours in a two-man (two-girl) skull. Fun. But our novice status was pretty apparent. We managed to get out of it whenever we rowed too close to the shore and ended up in the mud. The hardest part was dealing with the low tide and the wind. Whoa. I will say that being generally more fit (as opposed to actually fit) than the general population is an advantage. I don’t seem to poop out… And, my very low key weight training with push ups and the like continues to be another incredible advantage. I’m floored by how little time and effort it takes for the perceived and, it seems, actual, benefit. Two days a week, probably 30-40 minutes total time when I exclude the stretching. That’s it. I’m up to 22 push ups per rep, not including the really hard ones where you make a triangle with your thumbs and index fingers. Those are hard and I can only do 12 or so right now. It’s hard work. But the free weights are a nice little break… Seriously.

OK. So now the groceries are put away. My son and I have taken down the garbage and recycling and walked down the road to where he’ll pick up the bus. I timed it, and it’s a 15 minute walk. Turns out it’s much further away than I thought. But walking 15 minutes won’t kill him. It’s a busy road, though, and I worry a bit because cars are going slow along there at 55 mph. Back at the house, I decide to bake the sugar cookies.

Oh. My. Gosh. Total.Disaster.

The first batch looks, seriously, like fried eggs, without the yolk. They’re so flat and bubbly I have to wait for them to cool down in order to get them off the cookie sheet. I know this because the first one crumpled up into so much gunk and then slowly melted down off the cooling rack. I made the rest twice as big, thinking maybe they wouldn’t spread out, but all I got was bigger egg whites.

So, what went wrong, you might be wondering? I think I know. Apparently, somebody who wasn’t me, poured flour into a container that had in it a white powdery substance that was, in reality, powdered sugar. Therefore, the flour I used was probably half powdered sugar.

Yeah. Cookie. Disaster. They tasted good. I mean, come on, they were mostly sugar and butter so how bad could they taste? But it was still a disaster.

Then I re-wrote my outline for Scandal and now I’m going to bed.


Procrastination! Get yer Red Hot Procrastination Right Here!

Monday, August 13th, 2007

So, um. I’ve been reading a lot. I read Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Devil May Cry and enjoyed it. There was a lot of her gods-inhabited world in it and it was interesting to see how that worked. I keep hearing that she’s going to write Ash’s story. Awesome if true.

Yesterday I read (in one sitting) Marcus Lutrell’s Lone Survivor, and boy, oh boy. (I’d give a link to him directly, but he doesn’t seem to have a website.) I really, really loved this book. It’s the account of his SEAL team’s mission in Afghanistan. If you’re curious about what it’s like there, this book is full of details you have to look hard to find elsewhere. I do have to quibble with his propensity to blame liberals and/or the liberal media for perceived slights, but he’s entitled to his interpretation, wrong though I think it is. I have a bleeding heart, and I don’t blame the military for their actions in combat and frankly, I don’t believe much of the US does either. If a trained soldier has to make a me-or-them decision in battle, then let’s not 2nd guess the instincts our tax dollars helped give them. I do think there’s something wrong when it’s reported that soldiers planned and carried out the rape and murder of an Iraqi family. I’m not stupid or naive enough to believe everything I read, but reports like that need to be investigated. Personally, to the extent I have any sort of an informed opinion, I think a military and Commander in Chief who allow an environment in which soldiers take the blame for the political undesirability of deaths in war might be a better target. At least a shared target.

And really, that’s a minor aside from an absorbing, amazing and inspiring story. It’s just that every time he went off on liberals, I couldn’t help thinking, I’m a liberal, and I don’t feel that way. Not to mention that there were times when he simply failed to account for the complexity of the world and the way it works. Liberals make a convenient scape goat for him. I suppose it’s ironic that as he goes off about how it’s the fault of liberals that he has to worry about getting charged with murder so he can’t do the needful, as it were, it’s his religion that keeps him from casting his vote in a militarily correct way. Um, so maybe the big-bad liberals are right? All right, I have to say I think there’s some intellectual dishonesty going on there. But, heck, he’s been brainwashed by Neo-Cons and the fascist Right, so can we blame him? (Right. That was Carolyn’s patented sarcasm. Move along. I’m just evening the score in an equally dishonest manner.)

As I read I kept thinking the author’s name sounded familiar, and then when I read the thank yous at the very end, I realized why. I also read Dick Couch’s The Making of SEAL class 228, and Marcus Lutrell was a member of that class and is mentioned in that book. I picked up Lutrell’s book because it’s been getting some good reviews and is selling quite well. Way worth it. As I said, this liberal bleeding heart read the book in one afternoon. He and his fellow soldiers are tremendously brave and I’m glad there are men like him in the military.

I also read A Taste of Honey by Jami Alden. This was three novellas about three brothers finding love and hot sex. Grin. I very much liked the first two stories and I loved the last one. I cried at the end, and I hardly ever cry over books.

Then I re-read my previous two historicals, just to see how I did it way back then in prehistoric times, but I probably shouldn’t have. All I wanted to do was go back and fix crap. I’m a different writer now, writing a different sort of book. (Gee, that was what, three years ago?)

The Darling Child had a soccer tournament this weekend, so I was off being soccer mom most of Saturday and Sunday. They did not win the tournament this year because they had to play two under-14 teams and I am here to tell you that the difference between U-13 boys and U-14 boys is spelled T E S T O S T E R O N E. My son is very tall for his age and most of those boys were much, much taller and they had muscles. So, his team got their butts kicked. They won their game against the U-13 boys, and that was good for them.

I think I opened Word Perfect a few times and stared at the blank screen. What else? Played on MySpace. Friended people. Commented. Important stuff you know. Checked my spam catcher. I have so many friends who want to send me ecards! Worshippers, too. Just wait til I whip myself back into shape, then we can talk worship. Until then, I’m afraid you and your malware just have to go ka-blooie!

Oh, yeah. I did driveway torture today after a week of pretending I wasn’t getting sick and then 3 days of actually being sick. I missed a lot of gym days. I was slower by a minutes or so, which meant I only had to do 1.5 minutes of sprints to make 45 minutes total torture time. But I didn’t have to stop. All four miles well done. I hope to add another up-and-down in the next couple of weeks. Plus, seeing as how it was 4:30 am and in the boonies when I was running (slogging?), I did see the tail end of the Perseid Meteor Showers. Wow. Breathtaking. I think I’m up for 3 days of DWT, 2 days of resistance training and a couple days of rowing. I’ll do weights tomorrow and see how I am Wednesday for DWT. I might do a regular run.

Also, during the DWT this morning, I figured out at last what to do in the next scene for Scandal, so I guess I really have no choice but to go write that. Now.

Last thing: you know I am the master of procrastination because I did not have to resort to housework or other chores. It’s advanced procrastination. Don’t try it at home unless you’re trained or have supervision.

Oh, and Patti O’Shea? If I had the money, I’d get a Mac. I grilled Marjorie Liu about her Mac experience and that decided me. If I had the bucks, I’d get a Power Book.


Random Observations

Friday, May 11th, 2007

1. Lately when I check my spam trapper (Postini, via my webhost) there’s either practically nothing (only three today) or a flood. Why?

2. I was being driven to Hertz this afternoon (after someone assumed I would be running a stale yellow light and was unprepared for me actually stopping — he, one supposes, intended to run the red one) by a nice young woman who is an artist and is working 60-70 hours a week at her day job. Basically, she has the wrong day job since she does not love it. If you have a creative passion such as writing or art or what have you, and life does not provide you with a trust fund or some other circumstance that allows you not to have a day job, then it is my belief and observation that it’s best for the day job to be one that doesn’t suck up your real-life. I actually think that’s true no matter what, but particularly for the artistic.

3. I like the color gray. I think that means I’m mentally unbalanced. I also like green, but I like gray best.

4. MySpace is a really neat place to meet people. Who’d have thought? I really didn’t expect to have some really nice exchanges with people, but I have. I’ve found people who love to read (yay!) and want to talk about what they read and some fantastic music.

5. The middle of Magellan’s Witch is boring. I have two chapters in the wrong POV and I’m hoping that fixing that will fix the boringness. There’s exciting stuff going on, only it’s boring. Because it’s in the wrong Point of View.

6. Today, I observed that someone took it upon themselves to wash my sheepskin slippers for me, which was very nice, only they weren’t dry when they were replaced in their usual spot. Damp wool is unpleasant for one’s feet.

Anyway, now I need to stop procrastinating and actually get some work done.


Procrastination – Defined, Described and Nailed

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

Don’t miss this. Ze positively nails this. Really.

the show with zefrank: 02-07-07

Warning: zefrank is addicting.

Most writers are, of course, advanced procrastinators, but resist the temptation to skip ahead to the more advanced techniques. Whenever he talks about the thing that you’re trying to avoid feel free to mentally substitute writing. I watched this three times, bit then, I am a procrastination queen.