Friday, February 25, 2011


I had a dream last night that I was on a tropical island. Not only was I there but I had, like, MOVED there. All of my animals were present and the house I lived in was huge. I went swimming with my dogs (although I was worried my Izzie didn't know how to swim but she did!) It was a happy dream full of crystal blue water, white sand, and horse back riding. It was so vivid my skin felt sun-kissed...

Then I woke up.

To the sound of my neighbor's snow blower.

Which could only mean one thing.



More Ice. More Snow. BLAH. I had my winter coat put away Winter!

Thus is the life of living in the Midwest. One day it feels like spring, the next it's a white wonderland.


I need to move where it doesn't snow. Any suggestions?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Romantics

So I watched this movie the other day called The Romantics:

It's got Sookie Stackhouse and Joey Potter and That Guy Married to Fergie in it. I actually thought it was pretty good. It wasn't anything majorly new but it was sweet.

Basically it's about a group of college friends (who were known as The Romantics because they all basically dated each other at one point) who are reunited for the marriage of Lila and Tom (Anna Paquin and Josh Duhamal). Laura (Katie Holmes) used to date Tom. And she's the maid of honor. She never got over him. He might not be over her. Awkward!

Needless to say that that toast that Laura gives at the rehearsal dinner is awkward. But there's a part of it I really love. She talks about her friendship with Lila. I don't have the exact quote but it goes a little something like this:

We became friends. We fell in love with each other. Because that's what friends do. They fall in love with each other. And then they fall out of love. And then fall back in love. And this happens over and over again for the rest of their lives.

I think this happens with my manuscripts. I fall in love with my manuscript. I fall out of love with my manuscript. And this happens over and over again until something gives.

But we're friends, my manuscript and I. And we fall in love with each other, fall out of love, but we try and stick by each other. Sort of!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Hey Izzie?

Hi! I'm back. Did you miss me? No? Could you pretend that you missed me? Thanks!

Sometimes I just need a break from the internet. Honestly, it gives me a headache sometimes trying to keep up with everything! So I did a ton of reading over the last week and spent quality time with my plethora of animals. We had some decent weather although now we're back to February ugliness. Poo.

Anyway, the weekend was really rainy and boring and so once I finished the yummy books I was reading, I decided to play around with i Movie. I freaking love it. So I give you the product of my boredom during a three day weekend, a video I made of my dog Izzie. I have a life. Really I do. I promise. Er.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Blog Vacation!

Hi! I'm taking a Blog Vacation this week. At least that is the plan. See you soon!

Monday, February 14, 2011


Is a good day. Why?

1) It's semi-warm. I can see GRASS.
2) My sick cat finally, finally, finally, for the first time in about two weeks, USED THE LITTER BOX. JOY. JOY. JOY!
3) These arrived:

4) Did I mention I could see GRASS outside?

5) Did I mention I did not need my winter coat today?

6) Hub is taking me to get a delicious Very Vanilla Milkshake from Cold Stone Creamery later, probably my favorite thing ever (I literally have DREAMS about this milkshake).


Friday, February 11, 2011

Dear Hollywood...

THANKS FOR DEAR LEMON LIMA! THIS LOOKS ADORABLE. Although I do get tired of the word 'quirky.' But a Snowstorm Survival Competition? AWESOME. And I get tired of comparisons to Juno but, you know, all must be compared to something I guess. Also, I have heard this a lot today: TGIF. And I concur.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Lisa Simpson Book Club

Check it Out! The Lisa Simpson Book Club! (I think my favorite one is the Dream Denied Magazine. Gee. Ever feel like that? LOL.)

Lisa Simpson and Penny from Inspector Gadget are two of my favorite cartoon characters. Growing up, I so wanted to be Penny. She had a book that was really a computer! And she was the one always saving the day. Her and the dog, Brian. Awesome.


Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Hide the Pain

First of all, thank you to Stephanie Faris who gave me a Stylish Blogger Award! THANK YOU!

This is a short post to basically say I AM EXHAUSTED. I think I'm getting sick because I can barely keep my eyes open. But I am still here. I've been nursing a sick kitty (Luda) back to health. There is something wrong with his liver and he's had, um, issues. Let's just say my upstairs carpet is completely ruined. He has to be in pain. I'm very worried about him. But he ACTS just fine. He still plays and cuddles and is utterly adorable. He's still eating, which is a good sign. But cats really know how to hide their pain.

And because this is a blog about writing and all...I will link that to writing...

Writers hide their pain.

Through all the good news and deals and everything...every writer has some pain. Some worries. Frustrations. Anger. Insecurities. But they hide it so well, don't they?

Is it Friday yet?

Friday, February 4, 2011

In Which I Eat Speech Sounds that Communicate a Meaning

I can't seem to find a home for this little flash piece I wrote many moons ago so I will just post it here! Plus I don't know what else to post about today! =)

On a side note: Please be careful if you are in an area where ice has run rampant. People fall. Hard. No one is invincible! Just saying...I may be speaking from experience...

In Which I Eat Speech Sounds that Communicate a Meaning

I lick the dictionary page and into my mouth tumbles glance, gland, and glans. I chomp up the letters, let them tickle and dance on my tongue, and spit them out. Onto the bleeding and muted silver paper slithers can leg, gland, and slang. I roll the saliva-coated letters around in my hands like dice, blowing into my crusty pink palms, and throw them into the air until they disintegrate into wrestling embers in the sable hole above.

A downpour of knife-edged letters strike my head like rocks pounding a deviated river and the As and the Gs and the Ls break skin and black ink jiggles free from my head wounds. I lick the page again and into my mouth plunges death and debacle and dearth and I swallow them before they can become hated or ace bled or thread or hatred. All the way down my hot and suffocated throat the letters rumble and crumble and tip and turn and high-five and cheer and now they are a part of me as my blood runs dented with permanent ink.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

I Survived the ICEpocalpyse And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt


I survived. Two days off work and I have rejoined the world. But I have to say, I rather enjoyed because a recluse. I would seriously like to be one. Because it's kind of awesome (with the exception of restless dogs!) I guess you could say I am bit of a loner. Okay, so my husband was home too so I guess I wasn't TOTALLY alone. But still. There's something to be said for quiet time.

I spent most of my time iced in with JANE EYRE. I majored in English in college and somehow I never read this one. Heard of it, of course. Never read it. I guess because I never had to. But I am about halfway through it now and LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. It's so creepy and romantic. J'adore!

I also worked a bit on Shiny New Idea. I wrote a little synopsis for it and started to get to know my characters a bit. Writing bits and pieces here and there.

This post has no theme. Just random thoughts from the former recluse.

It feels like Monday.

But it's Thursday.


Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Greetings from The Ice Storm! The office is closed today so guess what I am doing? Reading and writing and reading and writing! YEAH! (*and checking work e-mail from home of course...)

It's a mess out there. And I just pray we don't lose power! Nasty freezing rain coming down as I write this. Icky stuff. I am not sure I will be able to go anywhere tomorrow either. Welcome, February. Which reminds me...

Have you read this book?

Light Boxes: A Novel


A description:

Jones's brief and bewildering war fable pursues the plight of a town battling to free itself from the brutal hold of the month of February (also sometimes a person or a force or merely a metaphor), a meanie that has not allowed its wintry grip to lift for hundreds of days. When the despairing townspeople, led by valiant Thaddeus Lowe and his wife and daughter, suffer reprisals from February and the priests for trying to break the weather, a group of former balloonists don bird masks and, calling themselves the Solution, instigate a rebellion. Thaddeus's daughter, Bianca, is kidnapped, along with other children, leading Thaddeus to plot ways to deceive February: townspeople walk around pretending it's summer and secure light boxes around their heads to simulate the sun. February, meanwhile, may simply be feeling unloved by his wife, the girl who smells of honey and smoke and who seems eerily like Bianca.

The prose is lyrical and sparse and beautiful. It's a quick read and it's one of my favorite books now. I shall read again and again and again.

Highly recommended! (Especially during February!)