Month: January 2007

Sunday (Pictures)

Earlier, I was writing a LJ update on my laptop when it overheated and shut off. :( I can’t wait to get the notebook fan I ordered from HiPoints. I’ve been a member of Harris Poll online for years, and I’d accumulated over 13,000 points. I wasn’t impressed with anything in the 10,000 point folio, so I decided to get several little things. So here’s what I ordered:

1. programmable wireless optical mouse
2. notebook fan thingy
3. 1-year subscription to Glamour magazine
4. cordless Dirt Devil vac

I love shopping when I don’t have to spend any money. They even cover shipping!

That also means getting packages in the mail over the next several weeks, so yay for that.

Spent the weekend with little Aidan. He’s so cute. He gets so wound up over the smallest things sometimes. He totally got that from his dad. ;) Other than that, he’s hilarious. Some of the things he comes up with, I’m just amazed. And watching him fall asleep at night. It’s the most precious thing to see. I’m so lucky to have such a cuddly, beautiful little boy. :)

My Little Model Puppy Aidan!

He left about 10:30 this morning, and I immediately went back to bed, and read. Then I took a nap, and read some more. Today, I read Peeps by Scott Westerfeld. I loved it. I immediately went to the library website and put the sequel on reserve. And I added Peeps to my Reading Pleasure Wish List.

Then I read Then Again, Maybe I Won’t by Judy Blume. Believe it or not, I missed a LOT of Judy Blume books as I was growing up, but I’m making up for it now. Thank GOD for public libraries!

Friday, I watched High School Musical and LOVED it. It’s so fun, and Aidan had me watch the “We’re All In This Together” video over and over. He enjoyed it, too. I return it to Netflix tomorrow, just in time to cancel my free 2-week trial, but I added it to my wishlist in case someone wants to randomly buy me a present. LOL.

It’s COLD out. Temps in the teens. That’s frightening. I hope this doesn’t continue for too long. Looking forward to Spring already.

Weekends go too quickly. Another LONG work week ahead. Oh well. Such is life.

See ya.

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It’s The Small Things

I’m learning to be proud of the small accomplishments. Okay, maybe I can’t do thousands of words in one day, but should I really be upset with myself if I just do 100 words? Or how about if I do no words at all, but instead, I sit around, watching movies, or reading book after book, trying to absorb what these authors and writers do, learning the craft, internalizing it, making it part of my blood?

At least once a week I tell myself I’m done. I’m giving up. The odds are too high, and I’m just not special enough.

But why do I keep wriitng down ideas? Why do I keep trying?

What does this mean?

False starts. “Crapters.” Thousands of words deleted–or actually, moved to the “Someday Maybe” folder. It’s so easy to beat myself up when I keep focusing on those things, instead of when the magic finally hits and a book is born. It’s easy, when in the throes of writing, to forget about all the false starts and throwaways.

But I’m learning now, to focus on the small things. I’m not going to be one of those people who can churn out masterpieces in two weeks. Therefore, I may never make a living selling books. But I have to stop comparing myself, forcing myself, hurting myself.

And I have to focus on those small victories. Else, I really WILL give up.

P.S. Everyone’s comments have been amazing! I didn’t realize people were still reading this journal until recently. Thank YOU for not giving up on me.

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Books and Reading

Today, I read a book called Sold by Patricia McCormick. A novel about a girl sold into prostitution. It’s scary because it’s REAL. It’s a novel, but that kind of stuff really does happen. My mouth dropped at certain parts, I had to go back and reread parts to be sure I really was reading what I was reading. The horrors of that kind of life, all spelled out, emotionally in a free-verse novel.

It will haunt me.

Over the past week, I have read Cut by the same author, and Crank by Ellen Hopkins. In between that, I managed to fit in Specials by Scott Westerfeld. Yes, I’ve been busy, devouring books like I devour peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Cut is dramatic, a good look inside the mind of a cutter, and her slow recovery. Crank tells the story of a girl who got addicted to meth, in free verse (I love Hopkins’ free verse style), and Specials is the third book in the Uglies trilogy (Uglies, Pretties, Specials), books set hundreds of years in the future which deal with governmental control and brainwashing, surgery, mutilation, and rebellion. The Uglies trilogy is very intense and adventure-packed. Very little romance, and was hard for me to follow at times–the action was that fierce.

I have a huge stack of more books to tackle, but I think I’ll soak my feet for a while and watch High School Musical. ‘Til next time!

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