If I had balls they'd be shrivelled up inside of me it's so fucking cold in here. Tonight we're supposed to be getting snow, but it shouldn't be snowing in my bedroom! I know, I know. Get off my ass and go turn up the heat. I'm going to have to, I suppose. I'm losing feeling in my pretty little fingers.

What do I have to contribute to the world at large? Well, I've been trudging along through the muck I need to accomplish before christmas. What did I call it again? Ah yes, my christmas crush. I've got quite a list of things left to do, although I feel better about it now that I've finished so much. I leave on Tuesday for a week in Tennesse before carrying on to Wisconsin, and eventually Michigan. I think I'm comma happy or something. I use commas extensively. I need to fix that habit. Anyways, I spend christmas there, and then back to Wisconsin, on to Tennesse for new years, and eventually back home. That's a lot of driving and a long ass trip. But I'm in the mood for adventure. Let's all pray I make it alright.
My writing, you ask? What have I written? Absolutely nothing. GASP! For my nephew's book I've moved past the writing into the illustrating. It will be done. At least part of it. Another thing to work my ass off for. I thought this was the season of joy and giving. Since when is it the season of killing yourself to give to others? And where's the joy? I suppose that'll come around christmas.
I'm trying to remember to be optimistic. I have the habit of being pessisimistic. Follow me on this one...I feel like if I'm pessimistic about things, then the opposite of what I think will happen, will happen. Therefore, if I think bad things will happen ,good things will happen because I was thinking bad things. Don't laugh, I actually beleive this. So I'm trying to break myself of this nasty little thought pattern.
My entire life I've had wierd phobias and paranioas that make the 'good things happen because I have bad thoughts' one pale in comparison. Just a taste...when I was younger I had to hold my breath whenever the toilet flushed, I had to close the lid before it flushed, and if I couldn't I had to run like hell before it went all the way down. If I didn't do that...something bad (I can't remember what) would happen. I used to think weird shit, like if I breathed in while looking at someone or something I didn't like, I'd take on some quality of theirs. Hey, trust me, I know. I'm odd. But at least this gives you some backstory to my whole 'bad thoughts/good things' thing. Okay enough self-effication. I'm off. Happy Holidays, Peace and Love, Sunshine and Smiles!!!

"I'm as happy as a kitten in a tree."

Tonight at 12:14 AM I finished the final version of the reworked outline for my shark novel, Savage Eden. I got 30,000 words into it and had to rework the thing. But now I've finished that, and from here on out it's straight writing. I love it! Yay me!

Yeehaw! I'm making progress on my Christmas Crush. That's my official title for the unbeleivably long list of shit I have to finish before Christmas. Some of it is writing related, some not. For instance, I told myself that I needed to finish my plot revisions for Savage Eden before Christmas. That way I could hit a patch of straight writing for the new year. If you're wondering, I hit a major hiccup in the middle of the story and it made me take the whole thing back to the drawing board. But tomorrow is the deadline I've set for myself and the outline. So mission nearly accomplished. I should get a pip for that. ;) On my personal and Christmas related crush list I've crossed off three whole categories already. So someone pat my freaking back already. I'm busy like a bee, so I apologize to my groupies. I know you're having withdrawals kittens, but I'll be back as soon as I can. And good to my word, I've managed to post to my blog, yet again. I hope you're all in good health and high spirits. Have the best bleeping holiday season you've ever had. Please stay safe and don't drive drunk!

So, I bet you thought I must have died or something, eh? Wondering where I've been? Why I haven't posted? Or did you just assume I was one of those people who got tired of their blog and quit all together? Well shame on you! You aren't getting rid of me that easily. Mwa ha ha ha. For all of you FM Writer folks out there, I wanted to tell everyone that I signed up for Zette's 2 year novel course. I can't wait to get started, I've got this wicked idea. And I'll be writing the last half of Savage Eden at the beginning of next year. So my novel dance card will be full. I've got a few short stories being worked at the moment also. I've got 'The Heart of Amun' still in rewrites. Yikes! And Maakna, version 2, is still in progress. I hit a snag trying to get everything I wanted into the first version. So I'm writing the same story two more times, two different ways. If nothing else it'll help me flush things out a bit. And I can slap the best bits together when I'm through. I've got such class, eh? ;)

"I'm not into beastiality...if I were I'd know how to do that pounding animalistic sex thing."

Don't ask. Just a glimpse into the mind of a dear friend, thought I'd share. And I wasn't even talking about sex! I swear!

Okay, onwards and upwards (out of the gutter). My schedule this month is chaotic. I've put myself on leave from the crit group because I can't get myself around to writing let alone critting. Christmas is fun, but leading up to it sucks a royal fatty. Not only will I be travelling for half the month, but I've got uber amounts of work to do here before I hit the road. I won't bore anyone with the details. You should be thanking me.

I still don't have a job. Have I applied to any? No. Why? My last job sucked so bad I'm scared to death to get back into the work force. But my mother gives me a daily ration of 'you need to get a job.' Like I don't already know. Besides, I don't have the time for a job this month. Too much to do, too much to do.

Another glimpse into the messaging madness:
" Once upon a midnight, dreary. While I pondered, weak and weary. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore...."
"you pulled and yanked and stroked a fury, on that long and wide man, deary. 'til he 'sploded on my reary. quite a day in crystal yore."

Saved for posteriority. ;) Okay. Enough for now. I'll be back with more info later. Through my madness, I'll try to make a point of blogging routinely for all of you huddled and blind masses.