Anyone Else But You

I've got a few hours of quiet time this morning, so I'm about to unplug and find a few pages shaking around in my head.

But first, I took a few minutes to do a long overdue iPod playlist update. Out with the Summer Pool List (I did say it was long overdue) and in with the Spooky songs. And mock me if you will, but the Christmas Playlist has returned!

Also the Juno Soundtrack, which includes this song (I like this off-key version, because that's what it sounds like if I try to sing it) that always makes me smile.

I hope your weekend is full of happiness and music.

Buckles and belts

If you're a writer, you should check out Nathan Bransford's "The 3rd Sort-of-Annual Stupendously Ultimate First Paragraph Challenge" It's good stuff, some hilarious, some so bad you know it has to be bad on purpose, and all of it a guaranteed good time if you like this sort of challenge. Yeah, my WIP is in there, but good luck finding it in what looks like it will soon be several thousand entries. I guessed 5000 when it opened, and a friend thinks it's going to come closer to 6000/ Both of us are hoping someone bought Nathan a big bottle of bourbon to help him get through it. I'll toast him with my 1792 while I sit here all happy that I'm not the one having to read them all.

I've buckled down the past two weeks to get some serious writing done. "Serious" meaning I have a goal when I get up in the morning, and if I don't make it to goal I don't go to bed. Tough love can be the best love.

I've also had to dig deep into the boxes under my bed and pull out some old belts. My waist is shrinking faster that my hips, leaving me with about 4 extra inches of fabric in my shorts. So, it's belt time. Luckily we're maybe finally possibly going to get cool weather so I can break out the jeans for good. My jeans tend to be much more forgiving of this kind of size mismatch.

So those squirrels that had moved into my attic last summer? They came back for a visit. They're very creative, and seem to get a real kick out of finding new ways into the house. It got over 100 in the attic Sunday, which drove them back outside for the day, and while they were away I shut their latest door and put on new locks. Fingers crossed they don't find a new way in, because if it really does cool down I'll have to call the animal trappers to get them all out.

Happy squirrels are squirrels who aren't getting trapped in my attic.

As I was going along, along

The lane that I went was so long, long, long

Long days, short nights.  Except it’s October and the nights are getting longer, and the days shorter.  Either my calendar is off, or I’m ignoring my clock. 

That’s what I thought too.

So now I’ve gotten nice pretty art for My Christmas Wish, which I have to sit on until I get the all-clear to share.  But it’s shiny!  And FLE’s should be coming soon.  Which excites me, because it means that the book is just one or two little steps (hopefully little steps!) from getting a final coat of wax and being marked Done.  Until it is Done, it stays in the WIP folder on my hard drive.  I like Done, because Done means it gets to go to the Published folder. 

I do like being organized.

In other news, the dog stinks and no one else seems likely to bathe him.  Guess what is on my list for tomorrow.