Guess Who Was Called First

To be honest, I had plenty of time to write this post after coming home from jury duty yesterday. Instead, I watched episodes of Parks &Rec and wrote a lot of RTD. (#sorrynotsorry)

I can’t talk about much about jury duty, (because, you know, the government is probably reading this) but I will say this: it was my second time being called, the parking was much better this go-around, and YES I GOT CALLED BACK. ☹

The first time I went, I sat in this big room and read the entire Goblet of Fire. There was a break for lunch, and that was it. Throughout the day, names were called and people left and at around five o’clock, we were all dismissed. But yesterday, they called lists. TWO lists. For TWO different trials. And guess who was called first on list number two?

I didn’t get chosen. Let’s just make that clear. I am not a juror and THANK GOD because I didn’t want to be, but I did have to go to the back and be asked a bunch of questions and it was like being on the very boring version of My Cousin Vinny. (I don’t watch a lot of law shows. This is pretty much all I’m pulling from). There was a lot of legal jargon from some not so attractive people, and at one point I almost fell asleep. But, I made it out, UN-JURORED and all is well in the universe again.

Anyway, I meant to write this post when I had some time, but it’s Tuesday night, and Appa is sleeping and farting next to me, so I’m going to go ahead and end it here. There’s not much more to tell, and the dog’s gas is bordering hazardous. At this point, it’s a safety thing.

Have a great Wednesday!

P.S. Have you ever been called for jury duty? Did you get called to the back??

Taste Testing and Character Traits IWSG

Batman and I went to our first wedding taste-testing 😊

I must say, if I’m ushered into a room with an open bar and a three-course meal (with passed appetizers and a display station) on a Tuesday night and NOT have to pay for any of it, I plan on getting married more often.

This freaking rocked.

I’m not sure what I expected. That’s a lie. Yes, I do: I expected to walk into a plain conference room where there would be a long table filled with couples sitting in front of a plate, waiting to try a sample of each entrée. This is not what happened. Batman and I attended a “fake reception” complete with a cocktail hour and dinner so we could access not only the food, but the wait staff, service, and overall appearance as well. So far, we liked what we saw:

Since the selfie option on my phone isn’t working (and because I can’t figure out how to fix it) I asked Batman to take a picture of us. This is what he sent me:

So, yes 😊 Wedding things are happening. And I’m super into company’s offering me free food and booze to secure potential business.

Now, onto writing things! July’s question for Insecure Writer’s Support Group:

What personal traits have you written into your characters?

Hmm. Probably more than I like to admit. I think—whether subconsciously or not—we tend to write our own traits into our characters, but for me, personally, I think I include a lot of my humor. What can I say—I like writing characters I could be friends with. I’m not sure if this counts, but I definitely write in my fears. I’m not terribly fond of spiders (if you haven’t noticed) and since I’m not keen on drowning either, I had Fallon battle this giant underwater creature—the Gorgen—which is very similar to a giant sea-spider. (Plague of Mybyncia – Book 2). Again, not sure if that counts as a trait, but I use my characters to battle my own fears. You know, writing is cathartic and stuff 😊

Insecure Writer’s Support Group (IWSG) is a monthly blog hop for writers at all levels to share their fears and insecurities in a safe and encouraging place. Please drop by and say hi to Alex Cavanaugh who started this nifty concept in bringing us all together.

Getting Stuff Done

I read a book on Saturday!

It shouldn’t be shocking since I write books, but I haven’t read anything for a while. Constant overtime at work leaves me with very little creative energy when I get home. On the good days, I manage to write a little for RTD or one of my other projects, but when I come home wanting to shoot my brains out, I sit in front of the TV and give into easy entertainment. No writing accomplished and definitely no reading, which sucks, since I’d rather read fiction than the THOUSANDS of aggravating emails at work from people who 1) don’t proof read  or 2) are plain stupid or 3) only answer half my email which extends the conversation and slowly drains my life force from me ☹

But I like fiction, and I finally read a sample that kept me interested enough to throw my hard, soul-draining money at it.

Alex, Approximately by Jenn Bennett

Blurb:

Classic movie fan Bailey “Mink” Rydell has spent months crushing on a witty film geek she only knows online as Alex. Two coasts separate the teens until Bailey moves in with her dad, who lives in the same California surfing town as her online crush.

Faced with doubts (what if he’s a creep in real life—or worse?), Bailey doesn’t tell Alex she’s moved to his hometown. Or that she’s landed a job at the local tourist-trap museum. Or that she’s being heckled daily by the irritatingly hot museum security guard, Porter Roth—a.k.a. her new archnemesis. But life is a whole lot messier than the movies, especially when Bailey discovers that tricky fine line between hate, love, and whatever it is she’s starting to feel for Porter.

And as the summer months go by, Bailey must choose whether to cling to a dreamy online fantasy in Alex or take a risk on an imperfect reality with Porter. The choice is both simpler and more complicated than she realizes, because Porter Roth is hiding a secret of his own: Porter is Alex…Approximately.

AKA: Modern Day You’ve Got Mail (which I loved!)

Yes, it’s YA romance and a trope I’m always interested in: enemies to lovers. My TBR list is pretty long, and I’ve been meaning to read *many* amazing-sounding books from other romance authors in the circle I run in, but I opened my Kindle, saw a suggested story and clicked. And enjoyed. Plus, I like the name Alex. He’s the hero in my BTT series, so obviously I’m attracted to it. 😊

Other than my book, Batman and I spent the weekend binge-watching Good Omens. Have you seen it? Angel and Demon have a bromance situation, and work together to prevent the end of the world after losing the Antichrist.  It’s actually pretty good, and I love the fact that 20,000 Christians petitioned Netflix to stop showing it, especially since it’s on Amazon Prime.

Anyway, that’s all that’s new with me. One book, one show thoroughly binge-watched, and Batman and I secured our wedding planner. Look at us getting stuff done! The Universe kicked my ass a little last week, but thank God no spider’s nests…

*still shuddering*

What about you? How has life been? Read any good books/binge any good shows lately?

Fine, Universe, You’re Off the Hook

Last week kicked my ass. Can we all agree it sucked? ☹

Since my favorite Aunt was in town, everything was cranked up to the next level of crazy-emotional, and I found myself crying at work on THREE different occasions over things I would’ve normally bottled up and whined about to Batman. And not cute little tears that I could pass off as a tender moment of sadness. No. I straight up Ugly-Cried, guys. AT WORK. Where I have to go back and show my ugly-crying face daily. And since I don’t care enough to wear make-up, just imagine my level of sexiness. Yeah.

*shudders*

I also put my hand through a spider’s nest.

I’m going to give you a second to think about that. To really get the image. Not a web. A nest. A spider’s nest which means there was one fat momma and her *billions* of babies. Really soak in that image. Are you fainting yet?

Because I nearly did. After the scream that shook the earth (and a terrible day earlier; note the ugly-crying above) I about passed out because WHAT THE HELL UNIVERSE. Yeah, I know I don’t sweep every day since Appa leaves a healthy layer of fur on my floor, but I WAS GETTING TO IT. Why would you hide the forces of evil under my dryer sheet—with *billions* of evil babies—and then let me grab it? With my hand? The one that I use to write and CANNOT chop off even though it’s touched the lowest layer in hell and will forever be tainted.

*Barfing*

*wipes mouth*

Excuse me.

So, last week was fun. 😊

I still get sick in the morning (most mornings) and no, I’m not pregnant. I’m stressed, and my body just reacts. Though, I will say this is one of the best diets I’ve been on. Is it unhealthy? Of course. But so is depression, and that’s the next best option that I’d really rather not explore. The silver lining is that it’s been great for wedding-dress-shopping which I recently did. Want to know how it went? Let’s just call it the opposite of my spider’s-nest-drama because mom and sister helped me FIND MY WEDDING DRESS 😊😊😊

YES! I HAVE IT! Eons early, but I have it, and it’s perfect, and I cannot WAIT to put it on again (many, many months from now.) I’d *love* to describe every frigging detail down to the time of day we went and the number of dresses I tried on, but I can’t. Sometimes Batman reads my posts (sometimes…) and I don’t want him peeking in on anything his happy butt can wait to know in November 2020. If we’re besties in the real world, of course you’ll get the whole story (details included!). For everyone else, just imagine the most gorgeous, perfect dress you didn’t realize you wanted—or even knew existed. And it’s yours! GUYS. I HAVE MY WEDDING DRESS!

Okay, so maybe the tail end of last week turned out to be not so terrible. I’ll give you Friday afternoon and Saturday. But Monday through mid-Friday—WTF, Universe? And really, a SPIDER’S NEST? You know it’s the antithesis of everything pure and holy.

*shudders*

But I did find my wedding dress. And it’s so, so beautiful…

Fine, Universe, you’re off the hook this week. But only because Batman just might cry now. He swears he won’t ball at the ceremony, but this gown might be the trick. I hope so. I’d really hate for mom to lose her five bucks. 😊

IWSG, Is That a Genre?

I ALMOST missed this post because Batman and I were house sitting this weekend and it totally threw off my writing schedule and then the first of the month snuck up on me, so I thought seriously about skipping this until I realized what post this was so here I am 😊

*ahem*

Optional question for Insecure Writers Support Group:

Of all the genres you read and write, which is your favorite to write in, and why?

That’s a toughie. All my genres have a subcategory of romance, so I guess that’s the obvious answer. Believe me, I love love LOVE writing romance because it gives me all the feels, and it’s pretty frigging cool coming up with something you hope others will get the feels from too. So, I’ll go ahead and answer the question now: Romance.

That being said, I need to shout-out to writing military strategies. Is that a genre? Or what genre would that fall under? I honestly couldn’t tell you, but in addition to romance, I love love LOVE writing Sampson/the gang’s conversations with foreign leaders in regards to their common enemy (Arizal Wars). I never thought I’d enjoy pairing up an ex guard, a chancellor, a princess, a tribal leader, two lieutenants and a handful of helpful humans to discuss plans for domestic and foreign invasions—but I do! More than I thought I would. 😊 And what’s more, I love when they disagree on how things should be handled. I’m rooting for everyone, because everyone has a valid point, but they each want things to play out differently and the drama is AMAZING. I’m not sure why I’m so drawn to it, but there you go, my honorable mention in genre categories, and I don’t even know what it is.

Since I write fantasy and science fiction (again, with a subplot of romance) there tends to be a lot of corrupt leadership in my stories. Am I writing pieces that echo something about the nature of our county in this day and age? Not even close. I have an imagination, and I dream up all sorts of worlds. Also, if everyone agreed and everything was wonderful and happy, there wouldn’t be a story. Shit needs to go down. People need to scramble to figure out what to do. Enter: Me.

To recap:

  1. Romance, because of “all the feels”

2. Military Strategies (genre?) because I might’ve been Patton in a previous life. We’ll never know.

Insecure Writer’s Support Group (IWSG) is a monthly blog hop for writers at all levels to share their fears and insecurities in a safe and encouraging place. Please drop by and say hi to Alex Cavanaugh who started this nifty concept in bringing us all together.

I Have Cool Toys

Maybe I’m not so weird for buying a stuffed dog for three dollars at a thrift store. That baby earned me a lot of laughs at work, a lot of interest, and a lot of questions about what Batman and I do when we go “garage-saleing” and “antique & thrift store shopping”. I’m sure we should establish some sort of house rule in regards to collecting, but I’ve always thought about it along the same lines as Ariana Grande: I see it. I like it. I want. I got it. 😊

This stuffed dog is a Puppy Surprise circa 2016. True, it’s not the original circa late 80s/early 90s that I grew up with, but it’s stool cool. I bought it because I used to have one, and it wasn’t too scuffed up. Plus, there was a baby pup inside! (Rare, since these are usually tend to get lost or swallowed by the couch). That was the whole appeal of this particular toy. Puppies hid inside the Velcro pouch so girls could play mommy, and, for more animal-lovers like me, there were MORE PUPPIES TO LOVE. 😊 😊 😊

I also have New Kids on the Block Danny Barbie Doll.

Oh yeah.

I used to play with them (I had Joey) but other than the missing shoes, look how great in shape Danny is! Hat in-tact, sweater in-tact; even his famous rat tail made it! I know this seems odd, but some people collect buttons and stamps and jars filled with figurines so this isn’t that lame. And if it is to you—whatever. I have cool toys 😊

What about you? What do you like to buy and/or collect? Anything that might seem odd to others but you enjoy it? TELL ME. Please!

Let’s be weird together. 😊

Ugg. Adulting

Look who’s still being terrible:

WE ALL HAVE TO WAIT.

This woman literally infuriates me. I’ve never met her and I cannot STAND HER. And I’m a nice person! I like people. Most people. Even the weirdos (they are my tribe 😉) but this one person is the exception to my kind and gentle heart. Every time I’m on the phone with Batman and we’re laughing about something I said, she zooms past and edges her way in, and the devil on my left shoulder pokes me with his pitchfork and I breathe fire.

FUCKING WAIT LIKE THE REST OF US.

I’m only upset because she’s awful, and I can’t do anything about it. And she does it everyday, which is rubbing it in our faces. The whole thing makes me grouchy. I’m also grouchy because I’ve been falling apart a lot recently, so I’m probably mad that I have the reverse Benjamin button disease and have to age normally. I keep getting older and achier and everything is cracking. Elbows, knees, cankles. It’s like I’m walking around with my own terrible soundtrack. So, I broke down and went to the doctor.

Most of it was motivated while I was sick and someone told me I looked like I had an infection and I that I had to go to the doctor immediately and I had a panic attack and FREAKED OUT. But I was a new patient, so, I had to wait two weeks, and by that time the sickness was gone and I was fine. So, I asked about the collection of tiny bumps on my head and the weird digestive issues I’d been experiencing (aka nausea caused by anxiety.)

The bumps, much to my disappointment, were NOT my twin trying to make a second go at it thirty three years after the fact, but benign (something medical sounding) cysts, and I was instructed to just ignore them. I told Batman but he doesn’t believe me. We’re going to “keep a watch on their size” so I’ll keep you updated on nothing since they’re benign cysts. My digestive anxiety issue isn’t technically/medically diagnosed. And I highly doubt the blood test this week will say otherwise. But when I only get a little nauseous before and during work and never anytime else, I’m comfortable enough with drawing that conclusion. Stress from work causes nerves causes nausea causes sometimes getting sick in the morning. Life can suck like that sometimes—but what’re you going to do?

After another paycheck or two, I’ll be heading to the optometrist —which will make Batman *very happy—and then the dentist. Ugg. Adulting.

There are other (happier) things happening in the background, but I’ve used up enough of your time and my hands hurt from typing so aggressively.

I WILL have to say: my latest passion is Doom Patrol. Have you seen it? PLEASE go watch it! It’s about a group of misfits/anti-heroes who have to fight together to get their leader back. It’s the kind of show that you think about when your mind wanders and maybe right when you wake up. Sooooooo good. I’m going to leave this link right here for you to check it out. (Seriously, it’s awesome. Go watch it! Brendan Fraser is in it. Like, wtf has he been?)

Alright, off to flip through my twenty dollar flower magazine since I blew my spending budget on it. Got to give that baby a few turns to get my money’s worth 😊

Have a great week!

*Batman thinks girls with glasses are hot. If he’s correct, and I’m as blind as he thinks I am, my hotness level will QUADRUPLIFY. Which is hard since it’s pretty much off the charts already.