For the most part, the week has been fine. Tuesday sucked. But everything else was okay. The weekend is supposed to be really nice, thank goodness. I have been in the mood for a picnic. I have no idea why...Keely has this picnic basket that I've coveted for a number of years now. I told her not to pack it when she moved last time. I suppose I ought to use it one of these days.
I see that I have some fans clamoring for some more of the novel. I guess those AOL subscribers have nothing better to do than troll for novel excerpts. Well. Okay then. This is a part that I wrote last Friday while I had nothing to do at work because everything was broken. So far, I think it's the opener of the novel, but who knows. For almost a year, I thought I knew how it was opening and obviously I've changed my mind. But I am the author, dammit, and I can do whatever the hell I want to do! :) Now you readers need to remember that these are rough drafts. There are errors, in grammar, spelling, punctuation, train of thought sometimes. Humor me. Besides, you're the ones who wanted to see something so badly. lol. In the Beginning
Tomorrow is Marie and Andrew's 11th wedding anniversary. I may not talk to you tomorrow, Marie, so here it is now: Happy Anniversary! I hope you finally get that dresser. (I had to say it, every year I say it and I knew you'd be disappointed if I didn't bring it up again.) :)
Tomorrow is also May Day.
Well, the day started out crappy, but it's not too shabby now. I worked on the novel a bit and got another couple pages in. I think it's a fairly good introductory section. More work to be done on it. Like, I think there needs to be more explanation of why Aubry hates the town. I think there's the sense that she's unhappy, but why? And then, I was reading my writing book and came across a writing prompt that intrigued me and I've never used before: write an erotic scene that takes place in a laundromat. I got an instant vision and wrote a short story! It's about seven pages (front and back) right now. I'll have to let it set for now. I don't think I can work it into the novel...maybe. Can't be something that Aubry experiences but maybe the sister, since she is wild. Will have to think about it, but I'm thinking that something outside of the novel is okay to write. Keeps me honed that way. :) Well, at least that journal is filled now and I can go back to writing in my Stephen Mackey journal. It's a new one, too. Not my favorite cover, but it's okay. I think I covered that in an earlier blog entry.
Three blog entries in one day! That must be a record!
I just finished some lunch and feel a little better. I have a training meeting I could go to on campus, but I am not going to. I feel too tempted to be snide to the receptionists. I probably will even at another time, but today would be especially catty. Anyway.
It's not sunny today. And it's kinda chilly out. Good night to watch a movie.
I am not a crier by nature. I've gone to plenty of weddings and even funerals and not shed a tear. You know when I cry? When I get angry. I hate it, too. How ridiculous is that? How unreasonable. Today just started out on the wrong foot. I've been battling to get access to the building I have meetings in on campus. I've been a vendor for a year now, tailgating to get in. Well, the receptionists must have had a meeting about tailgating. (I remember in high school, always after teacher trainings, they'd put us through some ordeal afterwards because they had learned some new technique, like the power of working in groups. I always hated that.) because all of a sudden last week, after a year of tailgating, the receptionists give me grief. Then today, they stopped me again and called Security. Not to get me in trouble, the especially annoying one tells me, but to get me "daily access." I was now late for the meeting I was supposed to go to, and they wouldn't let me in, so I huffily sat down and waited 20 minutes for a Security Ambassador® to arrive. By then, my group is out of their meeting and instantly know that I am pissed about something. They've been trying to get me access all this time and keep getting thwarted. So, they talk to Security. This guy knows nothing, by the way. My manager asked him easy enough questions and all the guy could do was stammer and stutter and say, "You're asking me questions I don't know the answer to." It was humiliating. All these people around, me sitting there like I'm waiting to go into the principal's office. Finally, I just stormed out and cried in the car on the way back to my work building that I can get into. My manager was very nice to apologize and tell me he was working on it still. I apologized for being such a girl. God. I hate crying.
Something better go well this day or I am just going to lose it.
It's pretty slow here at work today. So, I keep going outside to sit in the sun and read a bit. I finished The Art of Mending last night, so I am rereading Berg's writing book, for inspiration. It's a great book. Plus, it's nice to sit outside in the sun. I want to have a picnic. My nearly translucent skin and my hair are all nice and cozy warm now. Maybe I will get some color. I have a skirt on so I have to be mindful of how I am sprawled on the grass, too, which takes away from the experience a tad. I go out, savor a chaptor, run back inside only to find no new e-mail. Is everyone else outside, too? If I'd known this, I would've just stayed at home and cleaned today.
It's starting out to be a decent week. It's warm and sunny. My rash is gone. I look pretty cute today.
I hope that the weather stays sunny because I want to go to the tulip festival in Mount Vernon this weekend. It's rained all three times that I've been there in the past, so going in the sun would be a welcome change. This coming weekend is the last one, I think...
I've had retail therapy fever lately. Don't know why. Not really down about anything. Just have the need to buy. Yesterday I went to IKEA and bought new bed stuff: duvet, sheets, etc. Admired that swirly bedframe again. Maybe when I get my income tax money...also saw a dresser I like. The only problem is putting all this crap together. Damn those Swedes.
Went to Costco today with Keely; she added me to her card, so now I can go nuts there. Generally, there aren't a lot of items I buy there because when you live alone, buying groceries in bulk makes little sense.
Was restless tonight and needed to think, outside, so I took a walk around the neighborhood, as I am apt to do at 10:30 at night. I had all these muddled thoughts banging into each other in my mind. In the end, I calmed myself with the notion that there's nothing I can do about what other people do, even my friends, sometimes no matter how influential I am. I can only take care of myself. And while I am now mostly feeling alleived, I still feel a little tussled, as is my nature.
Out on my walk I strolled past Winchell's Donuts. I like donuts, but I generally don't crave them. But their aroma always reminds me of Marie and Andy's first apartment in Richland Center, over the Spudnut Shop. I remember all those stairs...
Sometimes the smallest, strangest things make me happy. lol I was in my car last night, preparing to go into Third Place Books for a book signing, and as I grabbed my laptop bag, I noticed a zipper on the back of the bag. Now, I've had this bag since Christmas, when I received it as a gift from the place I work, and this was the first spotting of this particular zipper. I wondered what in the world the manufacturer thought someone might put back there, so I opened it. Lo and behold, I found backpack straps!! And upon further inspection, I found yet another zipper at the bottom of the bag, still on the back, that contained the clips that the straps snapped in to! I already liked the bag, but this new feature, which makes the bag so much easier to tote around, increased it about five fold. I was nearly giddy from it.
The Elizabeth Berg reading last night was awesome! There were many more people there then I expected, actually, which made me feel as though I have done a good job of picking out a favorite author. She was very funny, too. I brought a notebook and, I'm pretty sure, wrote down everything she had to say for future consultation. She doesn't have a Web site or an e-mail address. There's something very cool about seeing someone you admire in person. I felt this way when I met Jacquelyn Mitchard last year, too. It's like meeting a rock star or something, without all the glitz. It was only a minute exchange with her, as she signed my copy of her new book, The Art of Mending, but it felt so important. I've started thinking about my own novel and what I could do with it. There's so much to do. Here this woman cranks out a book a year, awesome books-not trash, and I don't even have half done yet and I think I started working on it last summer.
Taking luke warm baths is not my idea of a good time. But since hot water, and when I take baths I like it hot, only makes this allergy worse, I opted for the tepid water. I am also used to fun baths, baths that smell nice and make lots of bubbles. Aveeno is basically just powdered oatmeal. I never did like oatmeal. I managed to stick it out in the tub for ten minutes. But the Aveeno lotion felt good afterwards, but even that wore off. Man, I will be glad when this is over!
Today is my fifth anniversary of arriving in Seattle (or rather, the Eastside) to live. In some ways it seems like I've been here forever and in other ways it doesn't feel like that long ago. Am I that different than the girl who drove out here alone, with no job prospect, and only one friend there to her name? I'd like to think so. I have a decent job. I have my own apartment. And while I don't have so many friends that I have trouble scheduling time to hang out with them all, I think that it's a respectable amount. I've never been one to have a pleothora of acquaintances, but rather have always had a smaller number of close friends. Anyway, I wanted to somehow celebrate today. It seems like a milestone that ought to be celebrated. But how...
I think every tool and database that I need to use for work has been broken or inaccessible this week. I shouldn't complain that I have little to do, but I don't like it. I'd rather be busy.
The lilacs I picked on Sunday are dead. :(
In an effort to shake up my workout routine, I decided to stay for the step aerobics class last night instead of my usual circuit. I hadn't done step for years. I was surprised at how quickly the steps came back to me. I wasn't perfect, but it was a level 3 class, so I am sufficiently happy. I figured that I would be really sore today, but I am not. I feel it in my calves a little. Does that mean I didn't work out hard enough? Or am I just that good? :)
Got some prednisone today to hopefully squelch the insane itching on my legs. Not to go into too much detail for those of you who don't really want to know, it appears to be some kind of allergic reaction to some unknown substance. Fun stuff.
At 10:30 last night I decided to walk to the grocery store in the rain. It was kind of refreshing. :)
My favortite author, Elizabeth Berg, has a new book out called The Art of Mending. I didn't know this until last night when I was putting Seattle Live Literature together and one of the popups was for her signing at Third Place Books on Thursday. I am going to have to go to that, traffic be damned. Last year I got such a kick out of meeting Jacquelyn Mitchard. How much of a geek does it make me to feel like I am meeting a rock star or something when I meet a favorite author? Maybe it will be the much needed renewal to working on my own novel. I sat at Gasworks yesterday and pounded out part of a scene in my journal. It felt sluggish and boring, though. Got some good feedback on the scene I posted a couple days that I need to remember. Not sure that I am going to make a bunch of changes right now since I think my time should be spent on writing more, not rewriting. But, the advice was valid and helpful, so I will write it down somewhere, although I don't think that I will forget it. Meanwhile, I will keep it in mind while writing other scenes. :)
This morning I forgot my badges again. At least I remembered while getting on 520 instead of getting all the way to work. Cut out a lot of turn around time that way.I should never take the badges out of my purse. Never.
The baseball game yesterday was fun. It was great weather for it. And the Mariner's won, so that's always a bonus. I had one of those yummy salmon sandwiches from Ivaars, and I didn't even eat all the French fries. :)
This afternoon, after the baseball game, I meandered down to Gasworks Park and wrote in my writing journal for a bit. On my way home I passed a house with a large lilac bush. I love the scent of lilacs. It's probably one of my favorite scents, right up there with lily of the valley. So, I broke a sprig off. I did this last year, from a different bush. It's becoming an annual crime for me. :)
I was actually going to post a section of the novel on here. I had in mind my favorite section (so far at least) but as I reread it I became very nervous. All of a sudden I felt like if I posted it I would be very exposed, ad if this novel was about me, which it is and it isn't. There are some things loosely based on things that have happened to me, but really, as I've reread it lately, I've discovered that there are fewer things in it that are autobiographical than I thought. I did a rundown of the scenes written so far and confirmed that most of them never happened to me. Now, dialogue...that's a different matter. But somehow, it all feels very real to me, which I suppose it a good thing for a writer to feel about their work.
Anyway, I went through the manuscript again and instead chose a section where the protagonist, Aubry, talks about her educational background. Sounds boring, huh? I think that it will be important information, though, to set up why she is the way that she is. It's mostly dialogue. I struggle with those paragraphs of description. People tell me that I should be a screen writer then, and I even tried it, but somehow it doesn't suit me. I think it's dealing with the structure. Anyway, I didn't feel like coding all of it, so I am attaching it as a file instead. Never done that with anything other than photos before, so this should be interesting. Please not critiques on grammar and all that. It's such a rough draft. I just wanted to show someone and instead of begging someone to read what I have I thought offering it to whomever, while I don't have to watch them read it, would be better for my psyche. Arcee Prep Scene
While I was waiting for yet another meeting to start yesterday afternoon, I started working on a poem. But it sucks. There's practically no imagery in it. But, at least it has a framework. I most likely will scrap it.
I woke up this morning and thought it was Friday. That should have been my first indicator of how the day would be. It hasn't been a monumentally bad day. It hasn't even been a "bad day" persay. It's just one of those days. When I wish I had something to look forward to at the end of it, something more than working out and going home to clean the house. :) It's just one of those days where it feels like everything that has been going well is about to stop going well. I am sure it will all be okay. I am just a worrier. Sometimes I just need some reassurance...which is dumb...
I have had a hard time getting to sleep, since about the time change. I don't think it's the time change. I don't know what it is. Once I am asleep I sleep fine. But I am awake in bed for a long time. Not necessarily even thinking about anything. Just awake. Hopefully I am not turning into an insomniac.
So there's this "quiz" going around some of my friends' blogs that I thought I would answer, too. For fun.
Recently, the topic of siblings have come up a lot in conversations and several friends' blogs. The topic always intrigues me since I have no siblings...well, I have some half siblings, but I've never met them, so I don't really count them. I was raised as an only child, and an only grandchild although now I have a first cousin finally. I babysat a lot as a teenager/young adult, for families with siblings. The one thing that irritates me is the bickering. It's like nails on a chalkboard to me. It's probably why I am not a very good debater now, because I didn't have that kind of practice as a kid. But something that has always stumped me is the way siblings, even as adults, can wrestle about and say outlandish things to each other. For instance, one certain friend's sister, on a blog, told him to stop jerking off so much. What?? How does one get away with that? Because she is a sister, I guess. The only thing I have that's close, and it's not even that close, is my cousin, Jeremy, and I don't think I could ever say something like that. It would probably cause him to drop over dead because he's never heard me say such a thing. But a cousin is much different than a sibling. Even my mom and uncle can say things to each other that I think are inappropriate. Like a couple years ago, Mom said something to him, told me about it later, I can't remember the exact context, but I told her that maybe she should stay out of his business. When I told Keely about it later, she said it was completely within the boundaries of the sibling relationship, that it was something that she would say to her brother even. So. Obviously I know nothing. For the most part, I don't "miss" not having siblings. It's not a rough life being an only child, especially being an only grandchild. That part is probably better. The only thing I miss is being an honest to goodness aunt. Marie's kid's call me Aunt Nikki (well, the older ones that know me at least used to) and Keely's kid probably will. But I have to think that it's a little different. My only choice is to inheret some nieces or nephews.
My house is trashed. It partially looks like the Easter Bunny stopped by and left all of his/her spare plastic eggs on my livingroom floor and diningroom table. And then there's the kitchen. Ugh. At least I did laundry last night. Entertained the thought of staying home to clean...but then I went to work like a good little girl.
Thankfully there isn't a home Mariner's game tonight since I need to get to the Writergrrl meeting by around 7 pm. Still trying to figure out how to squeeze in working out.
Haven't had much of a chance to fiddle with the new laptop. I brought it to work with me again. I put the novel on the flash card. But, I don't have Word on the laptop, just Works. Don't know if I'll get a chance to work on it, but maybe tonight after the meeting. Uptown Espresso is a nice place to work.
My laptop arrived today! It came just as I was getting ready to leave (Yes, another late morning. I couldn't get to sleep last night. Too much on my mind.) so I brought it to work with me. It's all set up now. I'm a little confused because Office is on there, although I didn't order it. So I tried to open it and it wants the pin number but I don't have the software for it. Hm. I need access to the company store again, I guess. :)
Not as warm today. But sunny. Wore contacts and sunglasses. Happy.
Had a really nice day today. The weather was great! It's so nice to live in a state where you don't have to worry about there being a blizzard on Easter! Here are some shots from the day.
Holy crap, my laptop is now in Portland! What are the chances that I will get it tomorrow?
Capri pants have been in for at least a year now and I have been unable to wear them. see, I am short. You can call it "petite" or "vertically challenged" but in the end, we all know it really means "short." So when I don a pair of capris, they really just look like high water pants. It looks ridiculous. But last night I discovered, while killing time at Old Navy, that there is a new length of pants out that are supposed to hit normal sized people at the knee, but they actually fit me like capris. Finally!
Got the taxes done and it was a pleasant experience. The guy who got his right before me, by the same lady I did, made me laugh. I shared his pain regarding the lack of hope of ever purchasing a home here. His words were, "I'm just going to have to marry some woman with a house." It made me laugh. H&R Block has this new things that they'll print out a little document for you of what kind of home loan you would probably be qualified for based on current earnings and either what you pay in rent right now or what you would be willing to pay for a mortgage. I had to laugh when they said I could get something like a $110,000 loan. What in the world would that get me? In Wisconsin it would get me a palace, but then, I wouldn't be making the money that I make right now that qualifies me for this paltry sum. So. I guess I won't be marrying that guy since we're in the same boat...I'm getting a decent amount back for the return, though, so that makes me happy enough.
For those of you playing Where in the World is Nikki's Laptop?, according to FedEx, it's left Indianapolis this afternoon. However, previous to that it was in Anchorage. Now, why didn't they just send it down here? Anchorage is a lot closer to Seattle...
I don't know what's happening to me...maybe it's getting older. But lately, I have noticed two small things that have really irritated me.
The first one is ridiculous. Well, they both are actually, but this one especially because it doesn't really impact me at all. It happens when I am at the gym. I'll be working away on the elliptical machine, the bike, maybe even in the weight room. And then it happens. Someone comes in and starts working out and they are inappropriately dressed. I don't mean they're scantily clad...I mean they're wearing jeans, khakis, and/or loafers. This drives me insane. I want to shake them and ask them why they couldn't put on some sweatpants and tennis shoes at least! Why does this irritate me so? It has nothing at all to do with me. The minute it sets in, I am apalled by my own intolerance.
The second one is dumb, too, but at least it has something to do with me. It seems that no matter what time I come to work, be it 7:30 am or 10:00 am, I cannot get a parking spot in front of the building and I have to park up on the dreaded hill. Every morning I do a drive by of the lot in front and in back of the building, to no avail. Previous to a month ago, I would just park in the visitor parking section. But then the powers at be began to patrol those spots, comparing the car license plates to those registered in the Official Visitor Book®. I got a pink warning slip and haven't dared to park there since. So that leaves me on top of the hill. Every morning I am irritated by this fact. I calm myself a little by reminding myself that there are plenty of people that work there and of course there aren't enough spots, so someone is going to have to go up there, why should I be so special as to be above that. And it helps a little. I mean, what can I do really. Pitch a big fit? I have to save fits for times that demand a fit, like when they keep moving me around. The fits have to be impactful and they won't be if I do it just to be selfish. So. I tell myself it's good exercise to walk up and down that hill every freaking time I have to leave this place to go to a meeting or leave for the day. But I still would like to park in front of the building.
Enough ranting.
The meeting last night was okay. No one lost an eye, so that's good. I wasn't booked on any assault charges. Even better. She only interrupted the meeting three or four times to talk about things that had absolutely no bearing on the subject at hand. That's probably an all time new low for her. I think I am going to start keeping track at meetings. That will be fun.
I wore overall shorts today, as a sign of optimism that the day will end up warm.
Get my taxes done tonight. What am I going to do until 8 pm??
My new laptop has shipped!!!! How long does it take things to get here from Shanghai, China??
I just read on Yahoo! news about how in the Netherlands, sugeons are implanting tiny jewels into the muccous membrane of people's eyeballs. It's like a small sequin that just floats in the eye. Who else thinks that this is ridiculous? I mean, if it weren't enough that people are tatooing and piercing every part of their body, now this? Good grief. I don't understand why people feel compelled to do things like this. What satisfaction do you get? Anyway. I just thought it was bizarre.
It's not as warm as I would like it to be, but at least it's sunny. Didn't put my contacts in this morning, though.
It was nice last night to get home at nearly eight and have enough day light to go out for a walk. Not that darkness has prohibited me in the past from taking a stroll, but there was enough light that I felt both too antsy to be inside for the night and comfortable enough walking to Gasworks and back. Usually at night I walk up to 45th and run that circuit. We'll see if the same happens tonight.
I had a difficult time falling asleep last night. Maybe it was the time change, but I don't remember it ever being a problem before. Perhaps it was sleeping in until noon, something I rarely do anymore. I don't know what it was, but I do know that it was annoying. I tried all my tricks. I think I finally nodded off around three am. Needlesstosay, I didn't make it to work until 10 am.
I'm wearing a skirt today that I haven't worn for three years. It's a shortish kind of skirt. Not unreasonably so, but it must be slightly moreso than other skirts that I have because I have this constant nagging feeling whenever I am up and about that my ass may be exposed. However, when I tug on the skirt or pass by mirrors/glass, I can see that all is well. It's a strange kind of paranoia. :)
The weekend has been pretty good. Started out with Friday night finding out that my new insurance company allows me to get prescriptions filled at about half the cost as the previous company. Yesterday was an awesome weather day. Found out that Id attained my first weight loss goal and then Keely came over and we headed downtown to Old Navy so she could buy new maternity clothes. We ate at one of my favorite places, on Post Alley, called Three Sisters. Last night I reinstalled Windows, Office, Digital Image Suite 9, etc. Today worked out, walked around Wallingford a little. Chatted with Tim. Plan on working on SLL next now that the Internet is up and working again. I had wanted to get out and take some pictures, but didn't get to it.
The Mariners opening day is on Tuesday. I knew that baseball was coming, but it didn't dawn on me until yesterday that the return of Even Worse Horrific Traffic would commence. I like baseball - really. I just don't like how it impacts my already abyssmal commute. I know, I know, more than one of you is saying, "That's what you get for moving to Seattle to live." while some of you say, "That's what you get for working on the Eastside." But those are two facts I can't really evade at this point. I live in Seattle and work in Redmond. That's my life for now. But I can always look forward to day games and for those night games, I guess I'll just work out longer. :) Or, go bug Mark and Laurie and Keely!
I haven't posted any pictures for a long time. I keep saying that I am going to. Here are some, although I haven't cleaned them up at all.
The other night I used this fun little kitchen gadget, a mandolin, to slice up peppers for steak fajitas. All went well until I started shifting the dirty dishes in the sink to look more tidy. Somehow, whenever I use the mandolin, I manage to slice my finger on it. Once it was because I got the hairbrained idea to slice babay carrots with it. But this time it was not from a dumb idea. And that thing is sharp. I put a band-aid on it but that makes it very difficult to type since the cut is on the very top of my right index finger. It still hurts. I'm sure there will be a scar. Oh well.
I don't know if all females experience this when they've lost weight, at least more than five pounds, but most days I look at myself and don't think I look any different at all. And then the next day I look and I can tell. Is this some kind of weird funhouse mirror effect that everyone goes through? It's so odd.
No big plans this weekend. Maybe going to Jillians tonight. Sunday early afternoon I have a meeting for SW that should be...interesting. I hope it's as nice weatherwise as it was on Monday. That would rock. House is pretty much clean so I don't have to worry about that...except for the dishes. But that doesn't take long as long as I get to them. So the possibilities are endless!
This week has just been weird. I took Monday off and, as far as work goes, I haven't been able to feel on track since. I've had a lot more meetings, too, which throws the whole balance off. I'm such a creature of habit. I just feel like I've been running to catch up since. It doesn't help that I haven't kept to my new and improved waking up and getting out the door pattern very well.
My faithful fans have been clamoring for a new installment of the blog. So here it is.
Helped Keely move (and pack) all weekend. She has a lot of stuff, but fortunately not much furniture. I received most of it in our divorce settlement a couple years back. :) However, she did bequeath me some of her shirts that she can't fit into now that the baby is getting big. She made it clear that it's only a loan. As soon as the baby is born I have to give them back. Dang it. And then it was revealed that both of us have stolen clothes from each other in the past and not told the other. I took a blue t-shirt from her. She took a black t-shirt from me. At least I was brazen enough to wear it in front of her on a number of occassions. She confessed that several times when I came over, she hid the shirt so that I wouldn't find it.
Monday, I stayed home. I picked a good day for it, although I didn't know it when I called in sick to work, because it turned out to be nearly 80 degrees out. I wore a tank top and shorts all day and wasn't chilly until the evening. It was great! I am definitely ready for the warm weather. Got the house cleaned, too, it just had to be done.
Tuesday was the reciprocal of Monday's weather. Rain rain rain. Cold. Dreary.
I made beef fajitas last night. Never had made them before and I think they turned out pretty good. No one died. No Viking funerals had to be performed. Or firing of cannons. ;) And I made these peanutbutter cup frozen thingies...those weren't bad either. Dang I am a decent cook! Last night was a lovely evening.
Today I wore my contacts to work. It was quite sunny and I wanted to, of course, wear my sunglasses. I got in to work late, or rather, closer to my old time: 10 am. I've decided I don't like getting in this late anymore. I've felt rushed all day long. It doesn't help that I met Kevin and we went to the company store so I could buy Office and Digital Media Pro. And then we had a nice chat in my car for over an hour talking about the lab days and such. But now, here it is 3 pm and I don't feel like I've done anything.
I want a new laptop. I nearly bought one yesterday from Dell because it was only $699. Mine is nearly dead, I think. I have the money to buy one, I just don't want to spend it. :) Somehow it feels wrong to buy something so pricey that I will basically only use as a word processor. Sigh. But I have to work on Almost Monday. I've been toying with posting a few scenes on here every once in awhile. Anyone in favor of that? I don't know, though...that's awfully brazen. I most post stuff that eventually gets cut. And then there's that fear in me that everyone will think they're in the book, which they're not. Hm..I make things so complicated!
Two months from tomorrow I will turn 30. Wow.