Writer's Rule #1 : Save Your Work

So, my friends, I was writing an entry about music stores. Something I have wanted to explore for a while now and tonight seemed like the night to do so. I was really getting into it. The creative juices were really flowing and I felt like I was on fire. (In a good way.)

I worked on it for 25 minutes before I accidentally hit the "Back" button on my keyboard and "poof" my entry disappeared.

I had commited one of the writer's deadly sins: Always save your work or risk losing it -- Forever.

Don't you HATE it when that happens?

So, friends, what entries have you lost due to a power failure, hitting the wrong key or just having your computer eat it for lunch?

Imagine what could have been. Sigh.

What the hell am I doing up still?

I'm hanging over this computer, attempting to fix this damn blog.

I realized yesterday that Blogger updated their way blog services, so naturally I thought it was only right go along with upgrade.

Yeah, no.

It was a whole new set-up. I wasn't used to any of it and I spent a good two hours trying to get everything back into working order.

I'm still not happy with everything just yet. That's the profectionist coming out. She's makes occasional visits inbetween napping and staring at distractingly beautiful things at Amazon.com.

So with that, I'm off to bed.

CineMassacre's Monster Madness #23

I Heart Freddy.. The Real Freddy..

Ahh.... Writing we will go..

It's amazing what one can accomplish when you have no choice.

I finally made an another DMV appointment for my written test.

Yes, boys and girls, I will be a licensed driver and soon. I cannot handle the thought of turning the Big "30" and still have to ask someone for a ride home.

So I made two appointments. Yes, two. Two at different locations. I figured I rather be safe than sorry.

If I happen to totally space and fail the first two weeks later, I already have another appointment for the second one.

I also managed to return my borrowed CDs to the library and check out a ungodly amount of books.

Every time I go to the library, it becomes a compulsion for me to check out as many books as my hands can carry, like as if I think that the library will cease to exist by my next visit.

I placed my nine books on the counter as the librarian just kinda looked at me like I was nuts. I just smiled. That's what we good crazy folk do.

And for those that are morbidly curious as what books I simply had to get this time:

1. Kiss the Girls - James Patterson

I had developed an odd obsession for the "Alex Cross" novels. Not so much for Alex Cross, but the creative clever bad guys the author projects in his novels. I can't wait to read their chapters, while I basically skim through Cross' parts.

I always found that the bad boys are more interesting. Their motives behind their crimes and violence fascinates me and I get hooked. Also rooting for them, even though they happen to do such horrible things.

2. Lucky - Alice Sebold

It's a memoir based around the author's experience being raped as a young adult. I read part of this book while stocking novels at Target. I couldn't stop reading it. I felt so bad for this woman who had to revisit this horrible thing in her life to expel the demon. That somehow, if she wrote about it, revisiting it, she could be free of it.


3. Odd Thomas - Dean Koontz

My wife has this on audio book and said it was a great read. She encouraged me to read it, since Koontz has created a world full of unique characters that might benefit me and make me feel slightly more confident on writing my own set of misfits.

4. Darkly Dreaming Dexter - Jeff Lindsay

Ah, Dexter. One of the greatest shows on TV right now.

I figured I would give the books a read since they do differ slightly from the show. Plus as a writer, I'm curious as to exactly how true people stick to novels and what they feel the get rid of when it comes to making them into shoes or movies.


5. How I Write - Janet Evanovich
6. On Writing: A memoir of the Craft - Stephen King
7. The Writer's Book of Hope: Getting from Frustration to Publication - Ralph Keyes
8. Writing Down the Bones:Freeing the Writer Within - Natalie Goldberg
9. Writing and illustration a Graphic Novel - Mike Chinn

The last five additions were to help me channel the writer inside and to give her a good slap on the ass for being lazy and making one too many excuses not to write.

I consider them "Writing Boot camp" for the Lazy Soul.

IAMX - President - Official Music Video

Random Things You Might Not Know About Me

I love Figure Skating...

I have since I was a little girl. It was one of those things that my mother could prop me in front of the tv after a day of talking her head off, and I would just sit there. Quiet. In awe of the grace and beautiful of this dance on ice happening before me.

I have been watching it for years and years.

Not that many people know that because it's rarely on and I'm too lazy to track it down most of the times.

My favorite part is the music. I love the music they use when they are doing something outside of the box. Usual music from remixes to classic rock to new wave.

This usually takes place doing free skate programs, where they cut the leash of the skater and let break out of the box with something different.

And I sit there like a dork, happy as little pig, if they happened to play an obscure track from an artist I love or adore. Hopping in my chair, talking to myself, because no one can happen me when I watch figure skating. (I talk back to the tv a lot and this makes me appear crazy.)

And so far with the Winter Olympics, no one has stood out for me.

Most of them have given way to the stress of the event and have taken to the floor. Slipping on jumps and having some issues getting through their short programs.

It was a miracle if anyone didn't fall on the floor yesterday.

Give Me Five on Monday


Give Me Five reasons you can be thankful this year.


001. My Family. My real family.

Giving birth doesn't make you a good parent, nor does avoiding your family members when they need you the most.

Credit goes to those people who stayed, when they probably shouldn't have. The family members who fought to make me smile when all I wanted to do was die; hugged me for no reason; somehow made me laugh when I wanted to do was cry my eyes out.

To my wife who has stood around through stupid fights that went no way; through me cutting myself; hugged me for hours and hours as I cried and cried over people and things that I was not strong enough to change. I am blessed to have someone so utterly beautiful who loves me through all my crap. And I shovel a lot of it.

To wake up next to that beautiful smile and mind numbing snoring is one of the most treasured things I have.




002. Working in a Recession.

It may not be everything I was hoping for; but it's a start. And a start is all we have sometimes to work with.

***No longer have this job... LONG story***


003. To have a place to live.


004. Writing.

Something so little helps me deal with all varied things that I am going through.
It doesn't matter if its straight doodling in a journal; or writing a story, it acts as a creative outlet for me and I am thankful for it. That I am able to channel my fears, frustation, angry, love all into something other then hurting those around me or myself.

005. Music, for being the thing besides writing that smoothes my savage beast.

I'm thankful for all the artists and bands I have discovered through the iTunes store; car rides in other peoples car's; the fm radio; commericals; movie trailers etc...

Top 5 on Friday: Don't Cover Me

Top 5 on Friday -------------------
(Even though it's actually Moday, so I'm running behind.)




TOP 5 SONGS YOU THINK SHOULD BE ILLEAGAL FOR ANYONE TO COVER


001. Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

It is simply perfect. A dark, almost macabe song that has everything going for it.

Interesting topic for a song --- CHECK.

Awesome Guitar Solo -- CHECK.

Does it need a modern day revamping? Hell no. Leave it be. Let it wash over you.



002. Charlotte Sometimes - The Cure

I must be going for a theme here, tonight. All the songs I have picked seem to have this glooy over tone.

But "Charlotte Sometimes" is a song that I had to hear over and over again the first time I borrowed my mom's copy of "Staring at the Sea: The Singles". It's achingly haunting and spoke to me as a teenage girl trying to find my way through the crooked path of adolescence.


003. Living in Another World - Talk Talk

An obscure song from a forgotten band in the 80's, but Mark Hollis' vocals on most of their records including this one are just so vulnerable and lush that you feel entirely what he's expressing to you.

And this song spoke to me. And the thought of someone covering it makes me sad. I don't doubt that maybe someone out there can bring some justice to it, but you'll lose the emotion that Mark Hollis gives when he sings,

"...Did I see tenderness where you saw Hell
Did I see angels in the hand I held;
God only knows what kind of tale you'd tell;
Living in another world to you...."


004. Dear God -- XTC

I have never to this day heard a cover of this song and I probably will never will.




005. This is Hardcore -- Pulp

It's Jarvis Cocker at his smooth, slighty odd self.

It's a beautifully operic piece that was set behind a music video that was reminscine of a hitchcock set and just mind blowing.

It's the kind of song that demands to be played behind a trailer of a new interesting film that is determined to be a cult classic. Not for everyone, yet those that get it's power are completly taken over by it.

I hate my boobies. Plain and simple.

Now I know I'm commiting a mortal sin somewhere out there by saying this bu I hate my breasts!

Yes.. Yes.. Breasts are wonderful things.. (Or so I have heard from most men in my life.)

But when they are not causing you to lean forward and have you start to look like either a Huntchback or Igor..

Or when you no longer feel sexy as much as I feel like a magnet for any object that needs to knocked off a counter...

Or when they have become so ridicuclously huge, you have to resort to buying all your blouses, shirts, sweaters in XL when the rest of your figure is maybe a large at best.

I swear, if I could, I would hand them out. Donate partial parts to those women of the world that crave them all so much. People like my wife, who are a B cup at best, will truly never know the pain it is to have these monsters attached your chest.

And before you all flood me with the thoughts of reduction surgery, I have done my own research and came up with these points.

1.) I haven't yet had children. So getting the reduction now in my life seems rather pointless.

2.) They can rebuilt them. Make them stronger, beautiful and cost you a arm and leg for the work.

Once they go in and reduce the size down to a G cup down to a C cup (or thats what I was hoping for)most doctors will want to try to fix your breasts up a bit. Because the reality is, if you have been carrying around a good 8 pounds her breasts, gravity is no longer a friend of mine. Instead, it pulls the sheer weight of theme down towards the floor. You are going to have extra skin left over and the doctor will want to fix that.

So insert another set of costs.

3.) From all accounts I have heard, it's extremely PAINFUL!!!

It's less intrusive a operation to add to your cup rather then take away. My friend went through teh surgery, and had her breasts taped up aginst her chest for weeks. That ace bandage made it hard for her to make the slightest moves.

Not to mention the fact, the healing process takes much longer.

Weird New Year's Resolutions

I have a Myspace.

I have a Facebook.

I have a blog.

But most of the time, I find myself either embracing them to the point of insanity or avoiding them like. Avoiding them like an ex that doesn't stop calling or coming over after it is clearly over.

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So with this New Year, comes the resolutions.

Ahh, the resolutions. The only time of the year my obsessive need make lists seems like the status quo as everyone around starts to take stock of all the things they hope for the new year. Things they like to do, buy, aspire to do... Then wait a month before they manage to blow it.

I blew mine in under 2 days.

I tried... I really tried to make a conscientious effort to eat better.

To take charge of my portions. (My Achilles heel) I would make a plate portioned to perfection.

But my cousin made his Texas Egg rolls, and that promptly went out the window.

My brain started to negotiate with my already growling stomach. They were plotting against me. They had been doing such I tried starvation as irrational means of dieting. I manage to haul off with a handful of those bad boys.

Mental note: Starvation isn’t a very good way of dieting, especially when the stomach starts plotting.

So I decided to stick with things with in my means, instead of making ridiculous expectations on myself.