Random Thoughts

Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow. Sometimes I think that should just be the motto of my life, sadly enough. I'm currently avoiding picking out songs. So far I've been catching up on the blogs that I've gotten behind on during the Christmas vacation. I did get on the internet with an actual goal in mind, and I have paid my cell phone bill and ordered more herbs, but mostly I've just been poking around. Not answering all my facebook messages like I should. Or anything else useful. Oh, well.

At work we were discussing the newest Twilight movie. Usually referred to by me as "that stupid sparkly vampire thing." Although I found out today that it has werewolves, which makes it slightly more interesting. Anyway, I made a comment about "maybe she just hadn't seen him take his shirt off yet," right when I realized my manager was standing there. He was amused, I was embarrassed. I found the whole, "I would have expected it from some people, but you?" comment pretty funny. I don't think of myself as a quiet person. Maybe a quiet person with a big mouth. My coworkers laughed about it for hours. I asked the one sitting in front why she hadn't said anything. She said she didn't want to interrupt the conversation. Seriously, if I'm ever discussing half-naked men with my boss standing right there, interrupt me!

I was thinking about the year being almost over. 2008 really sucked: divorce, bankruptcy, car accident, etc. But, in a way it was good, because I got to clean out a lot of what was clouding my life. This year has been good. It's felt like I'm just rebuilding my life over again. I'm so grateful my sister and her husband have let me live with them while I'm trying to put Humpty Dumpty together again. I'm grateful for my whole family, actually. They're all sorts of awesome.

I know I've used this blog to whine a lot. It's nice to have a place where I don't have to be brave and strong about my headaches. Not that I always am everywhere else, but I try to be, because it's really annoying to whine all the time. And it's not that I don't appreciate the good things, you know? Because I do. I have a great life, and for every time someone says I don't know how you do it, I just think, I don't have a choice and really, there are worse things. Like my favorite fall back: at least I'm not being attacked by a mountain lion. (I read a story in the Reader's Digest one time that scarred me for life.)

Okay, that's all. Now I have to pick out songs.

My Excuse for Not Posting:

I was busy writing a 50,000 word novel, and my blog doesn't count toward my word count. Even now, I have trouble typing contractions after a month of not. I participated in NaNoWriMo for the third year in a row, and won for the second time. I think my novel's going to be all sorts of cool, after some really extensive revision. At one point I had run out of plot and still needed more words and I sunk to some new lows. So, there will be a lot of deleting going on. Still, pretty satisfying. In the meantime however, two visits to the herbologist and the whole picture doctor happened, so I'll be writing about those eventually here. Just so you can appreciate my novel, though, here's an excerpt (actually two little ones):


“Gun shops?” she asked in disbelief. “Have you been to Texas recently?”
“Never been,” he said.
“Well in the Rebellion of 2014,” she said, using the same tone of disgust Southerners used for the phrase Civil War, “after the Federal government destroyed Austin, arrested thousands, ransacked homes and in general behaved like an occupying army, all the gun shops were closed. Permanently. It’s against the law for any Texan, ever, to own a weapon of any kind. It was one of the conditions of our surrender.”
The bitterness in her voice was loud and clear.
“So, where’d you learn to shoot?” he asked.
She grinned. “We never surrendered.”



“Why are we stopped?” Eve asked sleepily. She sat up from where she had been dozing against Luke.
“I need to pick up some supplies,” Luke said.
She looked out the truck window, expecting to see a store, but the only building was the Armory. It took her a minute.
“You want to break into the National Guard Armory?” Eve asked, wondering if the whole world had gone crazy or if it was just her companion.
“That’s affirmative.”
“Great. What am I supposed to do while you commit a felony?”
He kissed her on the top of the head. “Get some sleep,” he advised.