Okay, so I picked up a new book the other day. Torment is the sequel to one of my other books and though it is good so far, I am getting increasingly depressed and frustrated over it. Why? Well, it now is seeming to be coming dangerously close to my manuscript. I swear it's like the author has read my notes and took it from there. GRR! This book just came out and now it seems like they are somewhat similar. Sigh. Well, I guess I just keep persevering and hope it just seems like that right now but will soon follow its own path.
I swear it seems like everything in this world is against me having an opportunity to be published.
Sorry for the short post. I just can't find much more I want to say right now.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Karma and Ranting
I have been very, very bad! I haven't posted since the ice age and now I know karma has made me pay for it.
So little Miss Cowgirl Emmy has been asking all week to go to Papa's to ride the horseys. We were even going to pick Daddy up to go to lunch and she told me she preferred going to Papa's instead of seeing Daddy. Apparently she was going through a major withdrawal.
So Sunday afternoon, we set the last session of conference to record, then headed out to Emmett to ride horses. Now this is where things began looking fishy. First, Papa saddles his horse, Blue, which is a horse with an major attitude towards all other horses, but especially Pogo. So guess who Papa says is getting saddled up also? Yep, Pogo. Not Paint, who Blue actually likes, but Pogo the gentle palomino who Blue loathes. We saddle up, then head into the round pen for some riding.
Emmy is riding with Papa on Blue and I am riding Pogo. Everything is going great, Emmy is having a blast and there is a nice breeze to cool the unnatural 90 degree October afternoon.
We then realize that Papa's other granddaughter wants to ride and that we should just go ahead and saddle up Paint. So, Papa hops off Blue and heads into the shop to get a halter to catch Paint, while Doug holds Blue and Emmy gets up with Mom to ride Pogo.
Blue then decided now was his chance to get to Pogo without the boss around and quickly lunges across the round pen at Pogo, ready to bite. Pogo understandably, rears back to avoid the bite but in the process created enough momentum to send Emmy falling off. I tried to pull her back but I lost my grip on the saddle horn and we both fell to the ground.
I tucked Emmy into me and angled so she wouldn't hit the ground and instead land on me. It worked, but left me worse for wear. I am entirely bruised up and down my right side with every joint aching as if being batted around with a mallet. My other arm and the top of my chest is bruised where Emmy landed on me and my hips all through my pelvic bone are stiff and painful. I am pretty much out of commission and Bless my dead husband's heart for helping to clean the house after he got home from work.
But I would do it again in a heart beat.
Now onto the ranting.
Seriously the AP voters are biased and off their rockers. How they can truly say that Oregon deserves to be #3 over Boise State is obscenely ridiculous. Let's look at the facts.
-BSU has played and beaten two ranked teams. Oregon has played and beaten one.
-BSU was told they need to blowout all of their next opponents. They beat New Mexico St. 59-0.
-Oregon has been behind by 10 or more points in their last three games which were "stronger" schools. BSU has only been behind in one game for roughly five minutes.
-TCU is told they can't jump BSU (unless BSU loses) because they lost to them in the Fiesta Bowl and have lost a good portion of their starters. BSU has beaten Oregon twice in the last two years, once at their home, and has returned about the same starters as TCU.
Call me crazy but as of right now, it appears that Oregon isn't really any better than BSU at all. So either I am just not up on my college football or the AP had seriously just decided to boast up their little media darling in favor of an outstanding team that may shake up their cozy little system an actually make them do their jobs by reporting accuracies.
But, I will say this, Jesse Palmer is right on cue for appreciating a good college football team. He defended BSU against his colleague admirably, and I could just kiss him right now.
So little Miss Cowgirl Emmy has been asking all week to go to Papa's to ride the horseys. We were even going to pick Daddy up to go to lunch and she told me she preferred going to Papa's instead of seeing Daddy. Apparently she was going through a major withdrawal.
So Sunday afternoon, we set the last session of conference to record, then headed out to Emmett to ride horses. Now this is where things began looking fishy. First, Papa saddles his horse, Blue, which is a horse with an major attitude towards all other horses, but especially Pogo. So guess who Papa says is getting saddled up also? Yep, Pogo. Not Paint, who Blue actually likes, but Pogo the gentle palomino who Blue loathes. We saddle up, then head into the round pen for some riding.
Emmy is riding with Papa on Blue and I am riding Pogo. Everything is going great, Emmy is having a blast and there is a nice breeze to cool the unnatural 90 degree October afternoon.
We then realize that Papa's other granddaughter wants to ride and that we should just go ahead and saddle up Paint. So, Papa hops off Blue and heads into the shop to get a halter to catch Paint, while Doug holds Blue and Emmy gets up with Mom to ride Pogo.
Blue then decided now was his chance to get to Pogo without the boss around and quickly lunges across the round pen at Pogo, ready to bite. Pogo understandably, rears back to avoid the bite but in the process created enough momentum to send Emmy falling off. I tried to pull her back but I lost my grip on the saddle horn and we both fell to the ground.
I tucked Emmy into me and angled so she wouldn't hit the ground and instead land on me. It worked, but left me worse for wear. I am entirely bruised up and down my right side with every joint aching as if being batted around with a mallet. My other arm and the top of my chest is bruised where Emmy landed on me and my hips all through my pelvic bone are stiff and painful. I am pretty much out of commission and Bless my dead husband's heart for helping to clean the house after he got home from work.
But I would do it again in a heart beat.
Now onto the ranting.
Seriously the AP voters are biased and off their rockers. How they can truly say that Oregon deserves to be #3 over Boise State is obscenely ridiculous. Let's look at the facts.
-BSU has played and beaten two ranked teams. Oregon has played and beaten one.
-BSU was told they need to blowout all of their next opponents. They beat New Mexico St. 59-0.
-Oregon has been behind by 10 or more points in their last three games which were "stronger" schools. BSU has only been behind in one game for roughly five minutes.
-TCU is told they can't jump BSU (unless BSU loses) because they lost to them in the Fiesta Bowl and have lost a good portion of their starters. BSU has beaten Oregon twice in the last two years, once at their home, and has returned about the same starters as TCU.
Call me crazy but as of right now, it appears that Oregon isn't really any better than BSU at all. So either I am just not up on my college football or the AP had seriously just decided to boast up their little media darling in favor of an outstanding team that may shake up their cozy little system an actually make them do their jobs by reporting accuracies.
But, I will say this, Jesse Palmer is right on cue for appreciating a good college football team. He defended BSU against his colleague admirably, and I could just kiss him right now.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Anxiety
I didn't realize that it has been six days since I last updated. Having family over and getting busy really has worn me out. But now it is time to buckle back down and keep going.
I am starting my new manuscript as well as continuing the sequel to my first one. Yes, I may confuse myself, but I think I have things pretty organized in my head. (No, that is not a joke. I truly believe this.) The big problem I am facing right now is my anxiety over writing my query letter and sending it off to an agent who is a top choice, I feel. Let me just tell you that writing query letters is pure torture. So much depends on what you fit onto one little page and how you say it. If one thing is off, you get Mr. Rejection letter; if you're lucky. There is always the deafening silence of no reply, which kills a bit of your soul.
So, you can see how this for me (the epitome of anxiety and worry) is an overly stressful thing. But unfortunately it needs to be done. The process in the next few days will require tears, sleepless nights, nausea, much praying and for good measure, a trip to the temple.
But I am trying to be strong and optimistic since Doug is stressed with his job. I don't want to add to his problems so I am trying to keep the phrases of "Enduring to the End" and "Never Give Up" circulating through my thoughts.
I realize this is a more somber post than my last few, and I apologize for that. Right now though, I just need that release and therapy of unloading my worries. Even if no one reads it, or even cares for that matter, it has at least been put into words and in that I find a small piece of solace.
I am starting my new manuscript as well as continuing the sequel to my first one. Yes, I may confuse myself, but I think I have things pretty organized in my head. (No, that is not a joke. I truly believe this.) The big problem I am facing right now is my anxiety over writing my query letter and sending it off to an agent who is a top choice, I feel. Let me just tell you that writing query letters is pure torture. So much depends on what you fit onto one little page and how you say it. If one thing is off, you get Mr. Rejection letter; if you're lucky. There is always the deafening silence of no reply, which kills a bit of your soul.
So, you can see how this for me (the epitome of anxiety and worry) is an overly stressful thing. But unfortunately it needs to be done. The process in the next few days will require tears, sleepless nights, nausea, much praying and for good measure, a trip to the temple.
But I am trying to be strong and optimistic since Doug is stressed with his job. I don't want to add to his problems so I am trying to keep the phrases of "Enduring to the End" and "Never Give Up" circulating through my thoughts.
I realize this is a more somber post than my last few, and I apologize for that. Right now though, I just need that release and therapy of unloading my worries. Even if no one reads it, or even cares for that matter, it has at least been put into words and in that I find a small piece of solace.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Bravery
Whew, busy days.
So, now I must share my tale of daring feats and my gallant charge into the face of utter peril and danger.
I was sitting on the couch reading the wonderful and captivating book The Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare (excellent read as is her other series the Mortal Instruments) during my brief break from housework. My sweet adorable two year old daughter was playing with the dog (well, trying to milk her like a cow to be more precise) and was squealing with unadulterated delight. I look up to watch this smile inducing display when out of nowhere a GIANT (literally the size of a silver dollar) spider scuttles across the living room floor and pauses beside the coffee table.
Now, I must inform you that I am extremely terrified of spiders. Heck, if I am aware of one in the room with me I will run to another room and hide there until the infernal thing is killed. So, you can imagine the rapid pace my heart had adopted at the sight of this monstrosity. But, alas, I was home alone with my daughter and my husband wouldn't be home for another three hours.
I knew we wouldn't survive that long if I did not take action.
So against all of my screaming flight instincts, I took my Doc Marten boot (they are perfect spider killers due to their immense weight) from the closet, crept slowly to the coffee table and climbed on top of it. I told my daughter to get on the couch and stay until momma says it is okay to get down. Shaking like a dried leaf in a November windstorm, I positioned my boot above the beast and with a final breath of air, and hopefully courage, I dropped the boot down hard and ended with a mighty twist of the fist.
I pulled the boot up and looked down at the crumpled corpse, adrenaline still burning through my body. I poked it with a nearby lollipop stick, and it MOVED! Not just a twitch but a jump. Oh heaven above, I cannot take this! Dropping the boot again I twisted and ground the thing into the plush carpet until legs were coming off. I poked it again and when I finally was satisfied that it was not going to move again, I grabbed seven tissues and plucked it from the carpet fibers and flushed it down into the great toilet oblivion.
If I had been completely alone, I know I would have fled, but since I needed to protect my child, I had to swallow my fear and dig down to replace terror with bravery. It was our only chance. In moments of great trials is when we truly see our greatest attributes. Though, I assure you, I pray this will be a one time occasion.
Oh, and after my panic that it was a hobo spider, upon researching native Idaho spiders I discovered it was a grass spider that apparently is RARELY seen indoors. I don't think he got that memo...
So, now I must share my tale of daring feats and my gallant charge into the face of utter peril and danger.
I was sitting on the couch reading the wonderful and captivating book The Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare (excellent read as is her other series the Mortal Instruments) during my brief break from housework. My sweet adorable two year old daughter was playing with the dog (well, trying to milk her like a cow to be more precise) and was squealing with unadulterated delight. I look up to watch this smile inducing display when out of nowhere a GIANT (literally the size of a silver dollar) spider scuttles across the living room floor and pauses beside the coffee table.
Now, I must inform you that I am extremely terrified of spiders. Heck, if I am aware of one in the room with me I will run to another room and hide there until the infernal thing is killed. So, you can imagine the rapid pace my heart had adopted at the sight of this monstrosity. But, alas, I was home alone with my daughter and my husband wouldn't be home for another three hours.
I knew we wouldn't survive that long if I did not take action.
So against all of my screaming flight instincts, I took my Doc Marten boot (they are perfect spider killers due to their immense weight) from the closet, crept slowly to the coffee table and climbed on top of it. I told my daughter to get on the couch and stay until momma says it is okay to get down. Shaking like a dried leaf in a November windstorm, I positioned my boot above the beast and with a final breath of air, and hopefully courage, I dropped the boot down hard and ended with a mighty twist of the fist.
I pulled the boot up and looked down at the crumpled corpse, adrenaline still burning through my body. I poked it with a nearby lollipop stick, and it MOVED! Not just a twitch but a jump. Oh heaven above, I cannot take this! Dropping the boot again I twisted and ground the thing into the plush carpet until legs were coming off. I poked it again and when I finally was satisfied that it was not going to move again, I grabbed seven tissues and plucked it from the carpet fibers and flushed it down into the great toilet oblivion.
If I had been completely alone, I know I would have fled, but since I needed to protect my child, I had to swallow my fear and dig down to replace terror with bravery. It was our only chance. In moments of great trials is when we truly see our greatest attributes. Though, I assure you, I pray this will be a one time occasion.
Oh, and after my panic that it was a hobo spider, upon researching native Idaho spiders I discovered it was a grass spider that apparently is RARELY seen indoors. I don't think he got that memo...
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Sunday Football!
Ah, the great joy (and stress) that is football. I can't think of a better way to bring in Fall.
The Seahawks really made me proud today! They had me worried when Hasselbeck started the game with an interception, but was happy the defense held them to just three. And continued to do so until the last quarter. And after the first couple poor drives, the Seattle offense came alive and didn't let up. Hopefully this is the beginning to a wonderful love affair all season long.
Now the very bad of the day.
Apparently the referee in the Detroit Chicago game is wanting to start a war. To rule Calvin Johnson's touchdown catch as incomplete because he didn't "complete the catch" was just ludicrous. I understand that that is the official ruling, but if it is something that is going to be called then it needs to be consistent. There have been WAY too many catches ruled complete that have been questionable far more so than that one.
And now to keep that consistency, they will have to nitpick every catch. To rule that catch as complete would have left no one questioning it, or a very few at the least. But now the whole NFL nation on a majority will be crying foul.
And I say this because I am a concerned football fan and not just because Calvin Johnson is one of my wide receivers on my fantasy team. :-)
The Seahawks really made me proud today! They had me worried when Hasselbeck started the game with an interception, but was happy the defense held them to just three. And continued to do so until the last quarter. And after the first couple poor drives, the Seattle offense came alive and didn't let up. Hopefully this is the beginning to a wonderful love affair all season long.
Now the very bad of the day.
Apparently the referee in the Detroit Chicago game is wanting to start a war. To rule Calvin Johnson's touchdown catch as incomplete because he didn't "complete the catch" was just ludicrous. I understand that that is the official ruling, but if it is something that is going to be called then it needs to be consistent. There have been WAY too many catches ruled complete that have been questionable far more so than that one.
And now to keep that consistency, they will have to nitpick every catch. To rule that catch as complete would have left no one questioning it, or a very few at the least. But now the whole NFL nation on a majority will be crying foul.
And I say this because I am a concerned football fan and not just because Calvin Johnson is one of my wide receivers on my fantasy team. :-)
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Saturdays
First I want to give a HUGE shout out to my dear friend Dave (she knows who she is) for being my FIRST follower! I love you girl! Thanks for the support. Now, onto my ramblings...
Saturdays are supposed to be my day off. Granted, I don't really get a day off as a stay at home mom and wife, but Saturday is at least supposed to be my day off from working in the daycare at the gym. But it always seems that I have more to do on Saturdays than any other day. Is that some unknown law of the universe?
Now, I do love Saturdays because not only do I get to spend them with my family, but college football fills the day. Boise State is in a bye week but still good to watch football nonetheless. Not happy with VA Tech because they apparently don't want to show they may actually be a good team and just happened to lose against a great team last week. No, today they want to lose to a no ranked team. Way to screw us over, Hokies!
But a bonus will be that on the 25th when the Broncos play the Oregon State Beavers, ESPN's College Football Live will be here in Boise for the game! How exciting for our city and our boys in blue and orange.
And on a side note, I wanted to begin putting up my Autumn/ Harvest decorations but they apparently have gone MIA. I dug through that garage and nothing. :-(
Saturdays are supposed to be my day off. Granted, I don't really get a day off as a stay at home mom and wife, but Saturday is at least supposed to be my day off from working in the daycare at the gym. But it always seems that I have more to do on Saturdays than any other day. Is that some unknown law of the universe?
Now, I do love Saturdays because not only do I get to spend them with my family, but college football fills the day. Boise State is in a bye week but still good to watch football nonetheless. Not happy with VA Tech because they apparently don't want to show they may actually be a good team and just happened to lose against a great team last week. No, today they want to lose to a no ranked team. Way to screw us over, Hokies!
But a bonus will be that on the 25th when the Broncos play the Oregon State Beavers, ESPN's College Football Live will be here in Boise for the game! How exciting for our city and our boys in blue and orange.
And on a side note, I wanted to begin putting up my Autumn/ Harvest decorations but they apparently have gone MIA. I dug through that garage and nothing. :-(
Friday, September 10, 2010
A million thoughts and ideas, yet empty paper...
So, I finished writing my first manuscript (still revising but no big changes) and I am already starting on its sequel, but another story has crept up into my mind and appears to have set up residence there. Not a bad thing necessarily, but it is refusing to leave or make room until it gets put down on paper; or elctronic paper anyway.
But here is the catch, I just can't figure out the direction I want to go with it. And add to the fact that I am considering entering it for a writing contest that ends the first of October, it really is becoming the proverbial thorn in my side. Sigh.
So today is looking to be just top notch. I have a mass confusion in my brain and when I went to the store to get the few items we need, I of course forgot two of them. Important ones at that! Oh, I got plenty that I didn't originally go in for, but when it is placed all nice like on those store shelves it made me realize how much I actually did need them. So a quite a few extra dollars later I am still needing to go to the store. Yea.
At least I have my DVR recording of Vampire Diaries to cheer me up...
But here is the catch, I just can't figure out the direction I want to go with it. And add to the fact that I am considering entering it for a writing contest that ends the first of October, it really is becoming the proverbial thorn in my side. Sigh.
So today is looking to be just top notch. I have a mass confusion in my brain and when I went to the store to get the few items we need, I of course forgot two of them. Important ones at that! Oh, I got plenty that I didn't originally go in for, but when it is placed all nice like on those store shelves it made me realize how much I actually did need them. So a quite a few extra dollars later I am still needing to go to the store. Yea.
At least I have my DVR recording of Vampire Diaries to cheer me up...
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Just born into the world of blogging...
Well, world wide web here I am. Though I have met you through Facebook and email, I have yet to meet you through the world of blogging. Kinda apprehensive I must say. But aren't first introductions always that way?
So we will take it in baby steps...
So we will take it in baby steps...
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