My Heart is a Canary…

I made a dreamcatcher over the weekend. Well, over the past two weekends. And it’s not finished yet, so I guess I shouldn’t leave it past tense. Cygnus and I are hitting a pretty solid rhythm. Money woes are compounded, but we’re rolling with punches. That’s generally how it goes with stressful situations: melding them with me gets them dealt with. Usually.

My book’s going along well. I won’t talk about it much because I’ve got a lot of work. It’ll be around 100k when I’m done, I hope, if a little more. My brother’s reading it but he hasn’t said what he thinks about it yet. I hope it’s good news. Those who’ve read it on the CC site have given very high marks, and some of them can be bru-tal. It’s probably the most accessible story to date, with Mr. Roadkill coming in a close second. I’m seriously considering self-publishing, but that would require a professional editor. I’m also applying to be a professional editor, so hopefully it’ll work itself out.

No matter how good a writer you are, you will overlook so much that another can easily find. Easily. My brother found a misuse of you’re. I mean, come on. I’m a grammar nazi, and I messed that up? Yeah. Wow.

We’re going to a great (apparently?) barbecue place in town for Valentine’s Day dinner. I’m looking for a burnt end sandwich. No joke. I want one. I’ve never had one.

This has been the mildest winter I’ve ever (that I can remember) endured. Seriously. 60 degree weather in January? It’s colder now–9 degrees last night–but the rest of the week’s highs are supposed to be in the 40’s.

Going to mom and dad’s for my birthday. Cygnus opted to stay home and enjoy some solitude for the weekend. I understand–Christmas wasn’t the best to her, given my family’s bickering, sometimes even childish ways. Mom being drunk the night before and throwing poker chips at me–lovingly, I might add–also didn’t help any.

Cygnus and I went to Danville recently and took photographs of a dilapidated old bridge. In the mud beneath one of the arches was a scattering of river-rounded glass, from really really old bottles to modern Budweiser. I really regret not grabbing some up for the dreamcatcher.

I’ve spent a chunk of time lately playing League of Legends on the computer. It’s such a simple game that it doesn’t drag on the internet, and I can play it while Cygnus is on the bigscreen watching whatever she wants to watch. She loves the game, too, except with her laptop, the video settings freeze her more than not, so she plays pretty rough. Sucks.

Figured it was nearly a month since I last updated this place, so I might as well say something. Bills are being paid, quality of life is being slowly raised. I can’t complain. I really, really can’t.

Except for this stupid bruise on the palm of my hand. Gotta stop slappin bitches so hard…

I’ve been switching off reading several books: Goblet of Fire, Atlantis Found by Clive Cussler, and Tibetan Book of the Dead. The last I haven’t touched. I’ve been reading a few other things, too, mostly cowriters for CC and elsewhere. I’m so swamped. Plus my other after-work activities, and making time to spend with Cygnus. It’s pretty full-time.

I can’t get into the Goblet of Fire to save my life. It is so, so basic, with the most rudimentary storyline, that I’m constantly forcing myself to get to the end of the chapter before I put it down. Cussler’s the same way. I prefer watching Sahara, an adaptation to one of his books, to reading it. Golly.


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