Fingers and Toes
I feel like I’m crossing my fingers and toes a lot these days—hoping the missing will write me back, hoping I don’t get the heinous virus that everyone around me (including Mel) has fallen ill from, hoping I can stay positive even if I get sick and silence, hoping that Mel doesn’t fall flat on her face and I have to make another excruciating decision. Hoping. Hoping. Hoping.
Sigh.
Hoping is tiring, but I won’t give up. You hear me, universe: I’M NOT GIVING UP.
I’m also trying not to bite my nails anymore because it’s a nasty habit and they really nice when I let them grow. That may prove to be an impossible task, all hope considering, but I’m trying. And since I’m not seeing anyone or getting any, having longer nails shouldn’t pose a problem. If you can’t understand why having longer nails would be a problem for me, just think about it (Hint: I’m a lesbian and it has to do with sex).
Got it now? Good.
My toes on the other hand look fabulous, and I’m already looking forward to my Sunday evening foot massage and pedicure. Not looking forward to plucking my eyebrows, but I don’t think anyone in their right mind looks forward to that. Yea, I know: if I did it every day rather than once a week it wouldn’t be such a pain, but I’m not an everyday eyebrow plucking kind of girl. You’re lucky I do it at all, so there!
Ah…that felt better.
What the fuck am I talking about anyway? I have no bloody idea, but this is what I do when I want to bite my nails and check my email a hundred times a minute. Yes, it’s probably pathetic, but screw you—no on asked you.
Anyway, what’s on the docket for this weekend? Looks like Mel and Crazy Donna (her mother) are going off to North Carolina for a spell. So, that means I’ve got my apartment all to myself! The bummer is: that also means I have no access to my own transportation. In weather like this, that will usually keep me home. I am going out tonight with friends, though—thanks Jo for agreeing to come!
Since I haven’t had the focus to get any writing done all this week, I think I take advantage of the situation and try to do that. There’s a chapter in my recently finished Sci-Fi/Fantasy book that I’m not entirely happy with. So, here’s to hoping I can figure out what’s bothering me about it. It’s in the POV of an Italian-Romanian Psychologist who’s a fairly new character for me. I haven’t been writing her long and I don’t feel terribly comfortable with her, yet, which is probably a major part of my issue. She’s hugely important to the story, and will continue on in the following books, so it’s critical that I get her right. Anyway, if you’re curious, her name is Cecelia Barladeanu. The really cool thing about her character, in my opinion, is that she’s a Roman Catholic with degrees in socio-linguistics and theology on top of psychology. She’s a really spiritual and sensual character—which makes her both exciting and challenging to write. She’s not a pushover and definitely above average intelligence, so she keeps me on my big brain toes.
Okay, it’s lunch time and I gotta head out to the Post Office to pick up a package (No, not the Cadillac, unfortunately).
Sigh.
Hoping is tiring, but I won’t give up. You hear me, universe: I’M NOT GIVING UP.
I’m also trying not to bite my nails anymore because it’s a nasty habit and they really nice when I let them grow. That may prove to be an impossible task, all hope considering, but I’m trying. And since I’m not seeing anyone or getting any, having longer nails shouldn’t pose a problem. If you can’t understand why having longer nails would be a problem for me, just think about it (Hint: I’m a lesbian and it has to do with sex).
Got it now? Good.
My toes on the other hand look fabulous, and I’m already looking forward to my Sunday evening foot massage and pedicure. Not looking forward to plucking my eyebrows, but I don’t think anyone in their right mind looks forward to that. Yea, I know: if I did it every day rather than once a week it wouldn’t be such a pain, but I’m not an everyday eyebrow plucking kind of girl. You’re lucky I do it at all, so there!
Ah…that felt better.
What the fuck am I talking about anyway? I have no bloody idea, but this is what I do when I want to bite my nails and check my email a hundred times a minute. Yes, it’s probably pathetic, but screw you—no on asked you.
Anyway, what’s on the docket for this weekend? Looks like Mel and Crazy Donna (her mother) are going off to North Carolina for a spell. So, that means I’ve got my apartment all to myself! The bummer is: that also means I have no access to my own transportation. In weather like this, that will usually keep me home. I am going out tonight with friends, though—thanks Jo for agreeing to come!
Since I haven’t had the focus to get any writing done all this week, I think I take advantage of the situation and try to do that. There’s a chapter in my recently finished Sci-Fi/Fantasy book that I’m not entirely happy with. So, here’s to hoping I can figure out what’s bothering me about it. It’s in the POV of an Italian-Romanian Psychologist who’s a fairly new character for me. I haven’t been writing her long and I don’t feel terribly comfortable with her, yet, which is probably a major part of my issue. She’s hugely important to the story, and will continue on in the following books, so it’s critical that I get her right. Anyway, if you’re curious, her name is Cecelia Barladeanu. The really cool thing about her character, in my opinion, is that she’s a Roman Catholic with degrees in socio-linguistics and theology on top of psychology. She’s a really spiritual and sensual character—which makes her both exciting and challenging to write. She’s not a pushover and definitely above average intelligence, so she keeps me on my big brain toes.
Okay, it’s lunch time and I gotta head out to the Post Office to pick up a package (No, not the Cadillac, unfortunately).
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