If you're into reading Ron/Pansy, here you go.

I got runner-up. :)

Read Here at [info]carriescribbles 

I'm completely exhausted.  Nolan and I went to a work call at the theatre today where I painted wood to look like... wood. 

Oh, scenic painting.  How I've missed you.

Hope everyone's having a spectacular weekend!

I'm a big ol' wad of BLEH today.

Boy, that really makes you want to keep reading, doesn't it?

Nolan left for a church retreat yesterday afternoon (I'm going to pretend that I can't hear my mother shrieking 'DON'T TELL PEOPLE YOU'RE ALONE') and the boys were with the in-laws last night, so being all alone in my house, I did what any other married mother of two would do.

I partied down!

By which I mean I ordered hot wings and wrote fan fiction until three o' clock in the morning, and then fell asleep watching re-runs of NCIS.

Don't tell me I don't know how to have a good time, y'all.

I woke up with what I assume is a hot wing hangover - seriously, I don't recommend it- and managed to soldier my my out of it. I still feel ooogy, but the boys are home now and we're going to church in about an hour, which is decidedly NOT enough time for me to take the quality of nap I so desperately crave.

Meh, it was worth it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Heck, if I can stay awake, I might do it again tonight!
This is what I've been doing in my spare time lately.

[livejournal.com profile] carriescribbles  [livejournal.com profile] carriescribbles  [livejournal.com profile] carriescribbles 

I've started a fan fiction archive, mostly so I can have all of my fan fiction at one place, and so that I don't have to go through the pain of posting on ff.net.   I've already archived quite a bit, so feel free to friend and read, and comment if you're so inclined, without fear of a lot of spamming of your f-list .  I've got some D/G, some R/P, H/P, and even some other weird rare pairs in the mix, with more to come soon.  I'm on the cusp of finishing a Ron/Pansy that I really like, and have just started another that I'm rather fond of. 

I also started [livejournal.com profile] magicscribbles , though I haven't yet done anything with it. And if you want to see a lot of fun stuff that [livejournal.com profile] seegrim  and I have written together, you can go to [profile] magical_whimsy .

And there's also [livejournal.com profile] si_muove_rpg , where there's good stuff to read.

That's a lot of pimping for one post.  Anyway, JOIN! 

 So I've been thinking about hugs.

What's up with the half hearted, one armed hugs going around?  I got one of those at church Saturday and I had to work hard to not blanch.  Do I need a fake hug?  No I do not.  If you aren't going to expend the energy to hug me properly, then no, thank you.  You keep that faux affection to yourself.  A hug is both arms wrapped around a person, and involves squeezing.  I don't dole out the cyber hugs like candy, either, so if you've ever received one from me, you know it was sincere.

I'm evidently not a terribly affectionate person, I guess.  Compared to my little sister, who you practically have to sit on to hug, I think I'm a fuzzy teddy bear.    But when I was talking to Nolan yesterday, this conversation took place.
Carrie.  What?  I'm sweet.

Nolan.  (laughs)  Okay.

Carrie.  What do you mean by that?

Nolan.  My love, you are a LOT of things, but I wouldn't put you in the category of 'sweet.'
So I choose to find this freeing instead of anything more detrimental to my general fabulousness.  And If you are going to hug me, I expect both arms, and to not be able to breathe for a second or two.  Expect that back, too.  Just so you know.

 Tired of feeling moody and cranky and generally recalcitrant?

Try Carrie's sure-fire "Make You Feel Better" Trifecta:

1.  Pedicure/Manicure - what's not to love about pretty feet?  Seriously, these are worth the cash.  Skip lunch, and go have one.  You will not regret it.

2.  A Diet Coke (or your soda of choice) from Sonic Drive In.  Crunching the ice is therapeutic.  And, if it's not to weird for you, you can pretend that it's the bones of all the people that piss you off.  (Oh, my.  My dark side is showing.  Sorry, Mother.)  And if you don't have a Sonic near you, I am terribly sorry.  The ice is really first rate.

3.  Retail Therapy - I bought myself some nail polish, a candle, a new shower curtain and a tablecloth.  Good times.

I also did a little writing with

[personal profile] seegrim, that always cheers me considerably, I wrote some more of Chapter 5 of Marrying Pansy Parkinson, and sent the first package for this meme.  [personal profile] goddessvicky should get her box of goodies on Halloween!  Yay.

And happy birthday wishes to [profile] ladyendymion.  I hope everything is well for you and your family, and that your birthday is fabulous!
persephone33: (Chicago - happy)
( Jul. 29th, 2007 12:10 pm)
How fabulous is this day?

My story won the [community profile] dgficexchange!  Hurrah!  And I got these pretties!

Best overall!

Best minor characters for the Slytherins behaving badly! (And Katie!  I love how she was included, too.)

And I entered the July challenge on the forums.  It has the wholly uncreative title of Renaissance Festival.

I just hope all my luck for today isn't used up.  Auditions tonight.  *crosses fingers*

So fandom is going well, the ficexchange story has been through beta #1 and survived, and I finished recording the FIA June Podcast (angst fest of [DOOM]) and was even able to convert it to an mp3, with the help of [personal profile] mynuet.  Yay for people that undertand computers.  *thumps harddrive*  I'm listening to it now, to make sure it doesn't stink.

It's the last week of school, which means a lot of random strange stuff is going on, awards assemblies, last day parties, and the play my class wrote last year, Ambrosia, Peanut Butter, Kool-Aid and Enchiladas, a Story of the Teenaged Gods of Ancient Greece, is being performed tomorrow night, so YAY.  LOVE seeing my work onstage.  Love it.

Last day of Playwrighting is tonight, and as we are finished with both plays, we're meeting at a coffee shop and discussing next years prospects.  Good times.

My eldest turns 7 on Friday.  Gah.  Am old.  (But I was a child bride.)

We are *da da dummmm* going to my husband's family's reunion on Thursday evening; where the women are snarky, there's more meat than you can shake a stick at, and croquet is a bloodsport.  The boys and I will be at the pool, if anyone calls.  My sweet friend Jason is house sitting for us and feeding Katie Bell, who hurt her foot yesterday chasing behind the boys' go-kart.  The dog does NOT know when to say when.


persephone33: (It's exhausting)
( May. 12th, 2007 06:38 pm)

You shall not defeat me, [community profile] dgficexchange!

I'm done.  Mostly.  I sent it to the miracle worker  beta, but I've spent the last 8 hours in front of the computer, and I typed til the end.  I'm not even sure that it makes any sense.  36 pages, 12,337 words.  Gah, I hope it doesn't suck.

We'll see.


So.  I had a great weekend.  We took sweet friends of ours down to the cabin this weekend, and very much enjoyed the company, but they left on Saturday afternoon, and we had the rest of the weekend by ourselves.  The boys decided that the pond was warm enough to go swimming in, and stripped down to their altogether, but I won't post those nearly pornographic pictures here.  :)

May's podcast is up at D & G.com.  It's a monster at an hour and a half.  I'm kind of disappointed in it, I lost the first one I recorded and had to redo over half of it, so I was pissy and tired the second time through.  June's will be better.  Angsty and sad, but better, no doubt.

I'm a little panicked about the exchange.  Just a little.

I saw Bringing Up Baby this weekend.  I'm a huge Katherine Hepburn/Cary Grant fan (The Philadelphia Story = LOVE) but I'm kind of embarrassed to say that I didn't love this.  I watched it, and I laughed in places, but I don't need to own it.  I DO like it when Cary Grant's hair gets all messed up.  Wow.  And (big surprise) hubby fell asleep, so there's his review.  Not enough car chases and shooting, I guess.

Hey, raise your hand (Emily Kaye) if you thought you'd never see me in a cowboy hat.  (Ahem.  Western hat, right.  Thanks, Nolan.)

Have a great week!
Netflix sent Oscar and Lucinda (1997) this weekend while we were gone.  Ironically, while we were visiting my mother she raved about how good this movie was and recommended it, and I already had it in my queue, as it turned out.  Anyway...  it's a fascinating character study, and the narration was interesting, rather like a documentary for the characters... or the commentary you get when you watch the special features of a DVD.  Not necessary, but helpful.  Ralph Fiennes is all kinds of awesome, and after the first 5 minutes I totally stopped imagining him with no nose and red eyes, he was really very good.  Cate Blanchett was young and pretty...  makes me wonder if she's had work done.  I was unprepared for the spectacularly unhappy ending.  When I recommend a movie, it's usually with a caveat; "It's sad. be forewarned".  Mom gave me none of that, and I can't even properly chastise her because she's on a cruise for the next week (poor girl)!  Even worse, Nolan has begun using the word "nab"  or "nabbed" and a euphemism for sex.  =P  Oh, dear.

The exchange fic is coming along.  I'd say that I have 3/4 of it written, and a quarter of it typed.  I abhor typing.  I do.  I got a lot done this weekend, staying up late and scribbling away.  It's gonna be a monster, probably longer than my last one.  Ah, well.  what're ya gonna do?

The weekend was really wonderful.  Tom & Nolan went to the Byron Nelson Golf Classic and mom and I stayed home and entertained the boys and ourselves.  Friday we went to the zoo, and Saturday we went to the park (there's a ridiculous amount of picspam under the cut).  We cooked, we drank good wine, the boys were introduced (via Papa Tom) to Rocky and Bullwinkle, and I have discovered my absolute love of Crystal Light Drink Mix in the 'Sunrise Ruby Red Grapefruit' flavor.  It's spectacular, and I'm not even a huge grapefruit fan.

Things I need to do:  Record the podcast (I have kind of a scratchy throat and deeper voice than normal right now; I might put that off for a few days) and I really must paint the boy's room this week and do touch-up paint in the rest of the house.  I MUST.  Tonight I have playwrighting class and have to go to Oklahoma! rehearsal so I can see if all of the props are being used properly.  Would it be rude to bring my ipod and listen to something else while I'm there?  (I'm kidding.  No I'm not.)

Have a good week everyone!

I've had my prompt for the d/g ficexchange for a week and the outlook is good.  I have the first chapter written, and it already looks like it's going to be another monster...15,000 words, maybe?  I'm at 2000 words and I'm 3/4 of the way through the exposition.  I'm actually researching stuff that already exists rather than making crap up, so that's different.  The prompt is pretty vague, anyway, so I'm not too concerned about disappointing her/him/it?

I Think someone is trying (poorly, I might add) to hack in to my gmail account.  Why, I ask you, would anyone try to do this?  That account doesn't hold the secrets of the universe.  It's mostly fandom stuff and friends.  I also use it to send pictures, as it does that more easily than my other one.  Not even naughty pictures.  Boring ones.  Seriously.  Nothing juicy there.  Quit it, already, huh?

Here's what I'm dealing with.  I have lost a friend.  I'm mourning this relationship, and I can't stop.  I was very close to this person, and then literally, in the span of a week, they got very terse with me, responded to me in one or two words, and began ignoring me altogether.  I'm not one of those people who's needy, so I tried to treat them the same way that I always had before they started getting snippy, with pleasant facial expressions and kindness, but it was met with negativity on just about every count.  It must be them, as nothing changed with me.  And I'm not about to ask them, "Did I do something to upset you?" as this is not junior high.  My feelings are the same as before.  I adore this person and had a lot of laughs and tons in common, and they know a lot of my deep, dark secrets.  So I miss them.  I miss our conversations.  And I'm sad.  Frankly,  I'm hoping that I can do the whole mourning process fairly quickly, as I'm a little sick of moping about it all.  Do I seem to be handing this correctly?

I also rented Supernatural, and I totally loved the pretty!  It's kind of creepy, and I screamed out loud at one point, but Jensen and Jared make up for it.  [profile] numbaby, why didn't you force me to do this months ago?  I've watched to first 4 episodes, and I'll go get the rest of Season One today.  I'm also expecting the fourth disc of Firefly and Serenity from Netflix today.  It's gonna be a fun TV-watching weekend.

Alright.  I'm going to go try and get rid of a headache, I want to have lunch with a friend today, but won't be much fun if I feel like this.  Pei Wei opened in my town!  YAY, P.F. Chang's!
Another chapter closes.  For all of the whining I did about this play, there were some good things that came of it:  4 friendships were strengthened (although 1 person to whom I had thought I was close got very weird with me - alas  - what're ya gonna do).  The director and I bonded in a way that only combat veterans can understand...  being constantly under fire with everything out of your control... Cara turned out to be a great friend, even if we aren't just alike, we compliment each other, I think.  Jeff, who's directed me countless times before, was someone I got to know on a whole different level as an actor.  He has a sweet vulnerability as an actor that never comes out as a director, and we got much closer as a result.  Malina (a former student) is all grown up and has turned into a very sweet young lady, and David is a big cuddly teddy bear.  I liked most of the crew, as well.  Overall, it was a good experience, and one that I won't look back on with disgust.  But I won't ever AD again, you can bet your sweet patootie on that.

Favorite line from the show?

"Even if you're scared or lonely, you're still better off than those ones in the ground beacuse at least you have the chance to be happy."

A little depressing, huh?  Definitely glass half empty kind of an outlook.  I'll miss the people, but I won't miss the literature, that's for sure.  Sometimes you feel sad when shows are over, because you know that little microcosm of people and words won't ever be re-created.  I don't feel sad. I feel tired.  I'm ready for a rest, my family is ready to have me home for a bit, and we're all ready for summer.  (Can I get an amen?) That said, I did take another job as Props Mistress (I prefer Props Goddess, but we can negotiate the details before the program is printed) for the last show of the season, Oklahoma.  (Or Gaglahoma, if you prefer.)  All of that can be done during the day, so my nights will still be free.  Any one know where I can get 10 lunch hampers,  and old-fashioned egg beater, a butter churn, and a saddle?  No?  Fine.

In other news, I won [personal profile] rainpuddle13's contest over at [profile] ginnylovesdraco.  I'm floored and humbled and thrilled and every other like emotion you could possibly have. (The other stories were very well done--I probably wouldn't have voted for me, although I'm glad others did!)  Writing narrative is out of my comfort zone (though dialogue is NOT) and to know that something that I agonized over (I did, it annoyed everyone in my house) got recognition renews my inspiration to continue all the little (and enormous) projects that I've started over the last year.  So thanks, Rainpuddle.  I had a great time, really.  I was giddy all the way through the writing process and enjoyed myself from start to finish.  Reading all of the other entries was fun, as well!  

I stole this from [personal profile] jandjsalmon:

Meme )

Playwrighting class tonight!  Everyone have a fantastic week!
For those of you that don't know, I have a weird diet.  Diet in the sense of the food I eat, not a weight loss regime, necessarily.  It has been exactly one year since I changed my diet.  It started out as a spiritual fast, but morphed into a way of life, I think.  All I know is that I feel so much better, have more energy and don't pack on the pounds like I did before I ate this way.  I don't eat any meat (no, not even chicken or fish -- that's meat), any bread, or any sweets.  I get asked, "What's left?"  I eat veggies and fruit, dairy products, pasta and rice, and of course Mexican food.  Have I lost weight doing this?  Yup.  About 40 pounds.  I started last April at 181 (That's a lot when you're 5'2") and weighed in this morning at 138.  (I'm a four time Weight Watcher Droput, btw) Would I like to lose another 10?  Kind of, but I don't know if that 10 lbs would make that much of a difference anyway.  I mean, my skin isn't as elastic as it used to be, so I don't need more sag than I already have, right?  Anyway, the weight isn't the best thing.  The best thing is that I have the energy to keep up with the boys and live my life, and I have no plans to change anything.  I think it annoys some people, that I don't eat certain things, but I've never had a problem anywhere that I've gone, finding something I can eat.  And it's much easier to get full.  One year.  Wow.  I don't think I've stuck to anything for a year before.  Go me.  It isn't so much self-control as it is a stubborn streak a mile wide.  I gotta be me.

I got my prompt for the [community profile] dgficexchangethis morning.  It is, blessedly, very vague.  Yay.  It's due on Ethan's birthday.  Can't wait to see what everyone comes up with.  

The theatre is doing Into The Woods next season for the first show.  I'm not a singer, but I'd sell my Grandmother into white slavery to play a role in that musical.  (Sorry, Grandma, but I totally would.  I'd pay to get you out once it was over.) Little Red Riding Hood, especially.  I've been listening to the music for the last two days...  and there is NO WAY that I can hit some of those notes without medicinal help.  I'm contemplating taking voice lessons, actually.  What else do I have to do this summer?  Besides vacation (Going to NYC with Mom & Sister -- YAY!) and lay by the pool?  That sounded bratty.  Sorry.  Anyway, Into the Woods is one of my favorites of all time; Act One is wickedly funny, one of the best books around, with a Sondheim score (stinking hard music) and Act Two has huge lessons and morals.  The best kind of theatre.  It makes you laugh, and then makes you think.  I want it so bad I can taste it.  And that's never good.  I guess I have three months to learn how to get up above my small range.  Here I go!
Playwrighting.  Hmm.

We're so close to finishing this year's show,  but the kids have spring fever, so I decided that we're 'done enough'  and proposed to write a short one-act before the end of the year.  Superhero Therapy, it's called.  I like it.  So far, anyway.  We have about a page, I'd guess, but basically it's Batman picking on Superman, Spiderman lurking in a corner, Catwoman having a catnip problem , Wonder Woman being just a pain in the ass, and then there's the pink Power Ranger to round off the cast list.  (I think we'll probably just mock her.)  Will it change the world?  No.  Absolutely not.  But that's not what we set out to do, either.  Whatever the case, it's better than alienating one's students by making them work on something that they're bored with.  

Are you reading the fics at [profile] ginnylovesdraco?  Mine hasn't been posted yet.  *waits patiently*

After last week's emo-ness, I felt as if all of the creativity were sucked out of my body through my fingernails...  but now it appears to be back.  That's the good news.  The bad news is,  I haven't got it all together, because I completely forgot to take a meal over to my friend's house who had a baby a couple of weeks ago.  I'm a very, very bad friend.  *is horrified*  How can I make it up to her?  I was thinking a big basket of snacks and maybe a couple of giftcards to restaurants.  Gah, I suck.  Truly.

I have tonight and tomorrow off from The Lonesome West and then we do it Wednesday through Sunday.  *prays for strength*
I just submitted the contest fic.  It's almost a thousand more words than the last time I posted.  *g*  I'm relieved, and at the same time uneasy (not just because I noticed no less than three mistakes right after I sent it - Gah).  It happens that way whenever I write something.  The first time one of my plays was produced, I had the worst case of ...  I guess you could say 'stage fright', ever.  It's rather like handing a newborn over to someone else and hoping that they take as good care of it as you would yourself.  It isn't even about being judged.  I mean, I'm an actress.  If that doesn't set you up for being judged, I don't know what does.  And I feel no trepidation about putting myself out there for view...  but what I've written seems so much more personal, somehow.  Perhaps it's to do with my confidence as an actress as opposed to being a writer.  

Ho hum.  Too much introspection for a Thursday morning.

On a strictly fun note, speaking of playwriting, another of mine might be produced at the theatre I work for!  Squee!  It's one that my playwrighting class and I did last year, the one I got my penname from.  The thought that it even might be done makes me incredibly hopeful.  The only thing better than writing a play is watching it being performed on stage and the giddy feeling at the audience's reaction.  

I'm about to have lunch with my handsome husband at my favorite restaurant.  Life does not get more fabulous that that.

I have a question for the flist.  Have I punctuated this correctly?

The flat was what he imagined people called ‘cosy,’ but what his mother would have disparaged as ‘untidy’ or ‘cluttered,’ which in Narcissa-speak was on par with ‘war zone,’ ‘ebolic,’ and ‘third world-esque.’  

Do the commas go in the quotation marks or on the outside?  My brain's fried and I can barely form a coherent sentence.  I did finish putting the beta corrections in my contest story, but I think I need to read through it one more time before sending it off, and that, unfortunately, won't be today.  I have a monster headache.  

My son, aged almost seven, who has been put off several times in the past few weeks in favor typing furiously at the computer, came to me today with a question.

Ethan.  How many books have you written, mommy?

Me.  I'm working on my first one.  I'm about halfway through.

Ethan.  (pulls out stapled stacks of notebook paper from behind his back)  I've written three.

*mommy's mouth drops open unbecomingly*

And so he has.  They are entitled Rescue Heroes Find Their First Volcano, A Hard Day in the Jungle, and Cowboys doomed and a Gorilla (my personal favorite).  And they're illustrated.  In color.  He rocks.  I suck.  I see his point, though.  So this afternoon I'm taking a break from all things computer and taking my kids to the park.

I'd forgotten how much I love shopping for props.

The look on the lady's face was priceless.  I'm at a thrift store, a kind of nice one, actually, looking for items that we need for The Lonesome West.  I'd been looking around for a while, and  a clerk came over to me and asked, "Are you looking for anything specific?"

I smiled and answered, "Yeah.  A crock pot, a shotgun and a crucifix."

To be honest, I knew I wasn't going to get a shotgun at a thrift store, but it was too, too funny.

I'm easily amused, I guess.

On a completely separate note, I know everyone is completely covered up with contests and exchanges, but I have some story ideas I'd like to bounce off of someone... as well as have them run a beta-eye over them.  My primary beta has so much of my stuff that I think it's choking her, and I haven't been able to post anything in a while because she's so busy.  It wouldn't be anything long term, like a two year long chaptered fic, just a couple of one, maybe two-shots.  Anyone up to being a part-time beta to a properly appreciative author?

Incidentally, I found the crock pot at that thrift store.  The lady was all too happy to sell it to me and get me the heck out of her store.  I'm pretty sure she thought I was a deranged, sacreligious girl who liked to slow-cook things in her spare time.  =D

Perhaps I am!  *insert icon sound*
Being an actress is transitory.  Theatre is a transitory art.  Like building sculptures out of snow...  they're beautiful while they last, but you know inevitably, they'll come to an end, and melt away.  Theatre is psychologically cruel, as well.  You spend 6-7 weeks building relationships with a group of people, a family.  You see these people every day.  You depend on them and come to love them, as individuals, and as a group, too.  Then, one day, you get your final applause for the character that you've slaved over, created from scratch, you gather all the things in the dressing room that has been your home away from home, you tear down the set on which you've spent so much time, and you never again see that exact group of people together.  It's sad, for me, today, to realize that.  So I'm a little maudlin and teary.  Just a little though, because the next group of people will mean just as much, I'm sure.  I'm not the kind of person who puts walls around her heart just so she won't get hurt.  To have loved that group of people for that amount of time will always be special, and I'll keep little mental snapshots of talking in the dressing room, blushing at something overheard in the men's dressing room, sprinting across backstage in three inch heels to avoid missing  a scene change, the cat calls and wolf whistles from an unexpected source when I tried on the LBDFH, getting a hug and a kiss on the head from a fellow cast member, having my director tell me that I deserved all the applause I was given and more.  It was good.  It was more than that, actually,  It was great.  I found new friends and strengthened old relationships, and even found a kindred spirit in a newfound activity that I find pleasing (like I need another hobby). 

Speaking of hobbies, I posted chapter eight of Strength,Chance or Fate at D&G.com this morning.  Such a guilty pleasure.  I'm up to chapter eighteen in my longhand, now, and just wait for the betas to send things back.  It's fun.

It appears as if I'm going to Dallas by myself this week.  I was going to take the four year old, but hubby decided that he wanted to keep him here, they're evidently going to have a boys week...  it's going to be "Lord of the Flies" up in my house...  everyone running about in their boxers and the one with the conch shell will be in charge.  Hopefully hubby will keep hold of it.  I doubt it, though.


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